waiting for departure.


i'll fly away to the place i belong.
wherever that may be.
i'm going somewhere and for now,
i'm just waiting.
care to take a seat and join me?

oh, and i'm molly, but you can call me moll.

it’s days like this

that convince me that i must leave this shit hole of a town. the people suck, the  food leads to uncontrollable vomiting, and the whether, well, that’s a matter of opinion. i’m ready for something new, new faces, and maybe a few less snowy days.

on the brightside, i graduate in 91 days.