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i miss the summertime all the time even when it’s summer.
reason in madness
She is a ghost, drifting in and out of reality, lost on her way to something more, not really knowing what more is, or if it even exists.
She is a ghost, drifting in and out of reality, lost on her way to something more, not really knowing what more is, or if it even exists.
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I’m in the process of trying to write out the essay which is required when applying to fit. and like i keep getting scared. the topic of the essay is to tell them why i am the perfect candidate for fit. i know damn well i deserve to go to fit. i have wanted to study art history in the city since i was 13 years old. and i am almost 20 and its getting stupid cause i am at a dumb community college located in cny not new york city. like what am i suppose to say to these people? what i’d really like to do is to write them a letter begging them to just accept me. i am making this harder then it needs to be.
"like an apple on a tree, hiding out behind the leaves, i was difficult to reach, but you picked me."
~ a fine frenzy
