ive got to much dreams and no time.

I miss the summer.
I hate this fucking coldness, it makes me sad.

I want to sit in my garden in the evening, under the big fucking thing that looks like a giant umbrella that i don't know the english word to and that i am to lazy to look up, and read. I want to read hundreds of poetic books and smoke cigarettes when the air is still warm even though it's 22 o'clock in the evening.

I remember when i ran to the library every day last summer. The ladies who work there started to smile when i walked through the door. I thought like "yea, ive been here every day this week and last week. So what? no, we're not bundies, and no, i wont smile back. Im going to listen too my music, get the books i want, buy some raisins on the way home WITHOUT smiling to you"

Right now.