Truth?

My Chemistry teacher wanted more details and a more complete explanation. I did not think I could give him a more to the point answer. So I wrote him a paragraph that says exactly the same thing but is long and fairly elaborate in its langauge. But about halfway through the composition becomes sketchy. That's because I was listening to Eminem with more focus than doing science homework. Shhhh. Don't tell.

secrets that are all mine.

when i'm in my room, alone, i turn the music up and dance like i'm a fucking rockstar.

this, somehow, is what's making my search for colleges not feel like a predatorial monster right now. like, "take my brain, take my hand, take me where i cannot stand . . . i don't care, i'm still free, you can't take my bad-music-and-equally-bad-i-mean-shamefully-radically-bad-i-mean-like-makes-you-ashamed-by-association-bad-dancing-from-me . . ."

yeah, i just went there.

 

in confidence, 

claire