step into my quiet violence

I'm so glad it's October. I love fiery red leaves and apple cider and bonfires and sweatshirts and taking pictures of the trees. I have also recently fallen in love with poetry [again], especially my man e.e. cummings. He basically owns my soul. Hopes of becoming a great photographer and dreams of spending the summer in Germany are also filling my mind. Along with AP tests and bad Physics grades. And oh yeah, there's a boy thrown in the mess too. If only my emotions didn't change like, every minute. If you don't like being hurt, then please don't stay. Maybe I'm a commitment phobe? Or I just love the chace. Either way, I feel sorry for the guy.
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ee cummings... great choice m' dear