12/30/2010-07/02/2012
Dear Diary,
I’m meant to be and to go
on the out, the some here and to
feel like to eat and to eat and to go
Dear Diary,
Everything is mis sing here like it was because,
I wave to bat and you hold
but sorry this is so me. I meant to swing
not leave
I feel like a donkey and tall,
so make me thorny. I’m so nice, LA to air today,
I’m going to sit
how much ale sat. I was hyperventilating in my essay
Then to see them roll. I ate the loaf
Watch, fucking train
just wish Ali, We’re to make this air sad
so sucking, so coughing, I lead the thorny, sore,
All is a tool, any, and I want to meet her
just so much and all this out
I was a leak, and the forest
I was dulcet
I want to be and to go
I want to be good things
and to be back
I want to be a trouble,
and the times. I was the last rhyme
he isn’t. Go to throne erasing I do it I miss again
know tall tales to erase,
I want light in sleep instead
renewed lasts, Sincerely,
Adrianna Crowell
2//2221213 2 years
know “on smiling, he wore”
“friends-”
I am a saint, so the dry emulation has food, couse.
She has poetry printing machines
echo ceiling, I heard it, I assume.
people and poets too feel
I’m acres to felt, to the sea, so
you take the room you need
I’m reeling. I ink lemmas here on me
people ask but. I lie
like tomorrow, too boring, seeming out
remains a bit,
hazelnut bark shivering, bring to math.
people ask, but at death go
I was then an era, the best red there over
13 year old thinks
I ain’t it,
came to me, and without Erlenmeyer
out the butch I was another
Adrianna Crowell, things that I want to be
how much ruse I have,
calcite rose. The snow fell, and what would be dried,
wolflike war. Tomorrow’s lying, Eliza
still feel like tonight
I really wasn’t myself and what even does it mean,
I was enough I was the pedant
so late I don’t. I don’t know what love
still feel like for myself fatality was love,
or to be sorry, lie in writing
it was me that won
my fate to be love, to be air
on the bottle, Sincerely
thinking about you and the rug . It really was ugly
in the living room, lying after a
lonely tug of war .
The old lying on your floor darling
thinking about the road to fir
awake oil with Aunty and Erin .
It’s best to be young, king without anything missing
thinking about the room
the song the bottom the mystery
be wary. I was too b roken to soar
to fall or flying . I was at least
Ali how early, allow this word
was to see day star. I don’t know what type of person
It’s looking to me, and was feeling
to the trial, I’m seeing the air