Blogging Final

Describe the importance of blogging to modern day journalism...

I wish blogging wasn't apart of journalism as much as it was honestly. I feel that blogs have some how diluted the importance of journalism even more than it already was. Fox news and others like that already included so many opinions and propaganda in their reports. They basically tell you how to think rather than give you facts. Blogs can be similar. Most of the time it's coming from a somewhat anonymous voice giving information that is mixed with opinions... because a blog is only successful if people read it. So the people writing the blog are going to put things in there that will make people read it. The truth isn't always the most entertaining to read. So in answering the question- I would say the importance of blogging in journalism is that it is just another outlet for people who want good ratings and don't really care how they get them.


Continue to blog??
Yes, I will continue to blog to some extent... perhaps on something else besides this site... But since I already have 21 followers this seems like a right place to start. I'd like to do more than poetry... maybe add some photographs and stories as well. Poetry is the easiest thing for me to write so that is what I stuck with. However I'd like to challenge myself more in the future. I think this class motivated me to keep up with a blog, with out a grade depending on it I might not blog as much, just being honest!

How will I change it?
I think I already asnwered that question in the last one, oops! But I'll reiterate by saying that I would write things specific for my blog rather than things I had already written and put them on my blog... I would try and give myself specific topics to write on and I'd probably still blog once or twice a week.

Thank you Dr. Clark for a fun class! I really enjoyed it!

test question

who is your favorite person in the class and why?

guest speaker poem

Dr Krisnaswami was pretty rad
he was super nice, and his accent wasn't that bad

i understood every word and sometimes I cared
he talked about india, 9/11 and I wasn't scared.

He's a friend of DR clarks, so that makes him alright with me
It was another speaker, and I'm done blogging.

something I don't remember writing... but glad I did.

I want to wrap my legs around the sun..

dangle upside down above the world and laugh at all the wars..

not because they are funny but because they have no point...

and pointless things deserve some laughter..

and everyone lives happily ever after

or before...

becuase we're here right now

and thats what we should be fighting for

our right to be alive, happy and maybe free

our right to be you, him, she, or me....

our right to love or leave..

our right to disagree or believe...

and no matter what you believe in you cannot deny this..

that those who are here are alive and those who are not are missed

and if you just listen to music then you know we exist

because you hear the way life sounds when its lived by instruments

all our choices put into lyrics and voices

all our passion expressed with noices

we all have pain and suffering

and everyone has a mother know matter how comforting

so the nature of who we are isnt about where we started

its about where we are right now

and thats how i know i wont be here for forever

becuase who would want to go through this and never

get to rest after all this life we have lived

i am living it now

i didnt make the choice

somehow i was a flower that got the chance to be born...

or a sweater that is always worn and i dont care what i am... i am here so i am proud

and because i have a mouth i have the right to be loud

and i have a heart that is made to pound... love and blood all around

and most of me is made of water

its the same with the earth and i'm its daughter

so just a chip off this huge glorious block

and i know that im the one who is gonna stop

turning and revolving

and quit my problem solving

but for now i will spin and dance and grin

not because it rhymes or because its a sin

but because this is the one life ive been given

so i might as well live it with a smile on my face

and i know that eventually its gonna erase

but that doesnt stop me from having bad days

i mean most of mine are

but that is just to say

that i choose to be unhappy, defeated and low

but now i know i can be higher and i can choose to glow

yeah i know i can be higher and i can choose to show

my appreciateion for life and everyone i've gotten to know

and if i know you i love you because we have shared the same placea nd time and space

and that deserves some reckognition with all the other lives in exhistense

so i say thank you to the sun for keeping things bright

and i say thank you to the stars for coming out at night

because there is so many of you... that i will never see

so the ones i do... are those ones for me..

and i know that to be true

but i've never been you

no i dont see what you see.. and dont hear what you hear

but that is not the reason to have you as a fear

no that is just a reason to have you as a friend

and i know that life will end

but maybe slower than we think

or maybe ina blink

i dont know i dont know

but i'm starting to show

my grace with nature and my place with danger

and none of it matters//

we are here just giving it up

giving everything we have to see if it amounts to anything

besides the chance to be alive

and i'll give you a high five just for the fact

tahat we both have hands that can make a clap

and yeah we can touch lips if we really wanted

but to do that might make our lives stunted

and i just want tolive a little more alive

and give just a little more time

to show that i am thrilled to have my own

body mind and maybe soul

but we wont know until we have gone

but i am here now so i will not let go

and i am here now... and i will choose to grow.

yeah i will choose to grow.

by chynna

not a poem.. just thoughts

so yeah... i guess ill just write some stuff down. see what comes out.

I need to take things more seriously.

I need to figure out what I want to do with my life.

I just held Mr Clarks hands... good to know I STILL GOT IT!!!

I can't tell if I'm really exited for my boyfriend i've lived with for over 2 years is moving to scottland or if im really depressed..

the emotions are quite different.

but still I cant tell.

I would love to live in paris for a semester, but i don't think it'll work out.

Im glad that girl made friends.

I'm really selfish

and messy

and dont take showers often.

i like waiting tables.

in 6 months I'll be 21.

and a senior.

So yeah... i need an interneship.

I hate PR

I HATE PR!

II HHAATTEE PPRR.

oh well..

i will graduate with a degree in it

and a double major in creative writing and theatre performance

i wish i could dance again.

like i dance, but not professionally.

and i wish i could.

but thus i cannot.

so blah blah blah blah.

im going tanning now and i feel like a hypocrite

because im usually a promoter of au natural.

but i seem to be a little happier when i lay in a vanity coffin

with pink tiny goggles

and a heart sticker on my lower stomach... LAME!!!

BUT HERE I AM.

and here i sit,

smelling like coconuts

and feeling like a balloon.

becasue my head always hurts..

filled with air and gas.

I think about

people I shouldn't.

I love sunflowers!

and chocolate milk.

but i wish i was a vegetarian.

but i just love burgers, and hate veggies and fruits...

i like beans and nuts, thank goodness........

i hope i end up cleanring how to clean.

like im sure its not hard i just never do it.

my room is a laundry hamper with a bed ive never slept in.

and chocolate somewhere im sure

i love my dad. he's a bit older, and just so nice.

reminds me of dr clark.

doesnt read or write as much

and probably eats a lot more.

but he loves me, and cares about me.

so speaking of scottland. i think i am sad.

but it will be an adventure for the both of us,

more for him, for sure.

but it will probably be the most single-ish ill ever or have ever been.

i'm always in a relaitonship, have been since i was 12.

they usually always overlap.

which is sad.

i am a libra.

such A LIBRA.

everything must be even.

tit for tat.

eye for an eye

they say it makes the whole world blind.

i am already legally blind in one eye.

the left one.

my depth perception is bad.

my temper is short.

i really do need to live somewhere a bit cooler.

not temp wise necessarily.... but like the attitude.

the mood.

the people.

i wanna live somewhere in a different country. maybe.

and i hate when people call "weed" "DOPE"

i mean its dope in the fresh prince of belaire l sense.

but not the other like meth sense.

i should enroll in my classes next semester...

someone said i may be a hipster!!

i sure hope not!!!

luke took up for me, and he knows me... and he said it wasnt!!

i shall stop now.

this is so hipster of me.

a sestina

this is a complicated form to write... your end words have to repeat in a specific order... so it sounds like i'm repetitive but I'm forced to be that way. Enjoy.

I just remembered wearing my red dress

The one that I wore that night in California

It was considered a cold night there, it was 59 degrees

I drank red wine, I was 17. He was 22, he had a beard.

We ate outside, some considered us brave

And no other night has ever compared.

I’ve drank and laughed since then, but still it can’t be compared

I have never again worn that dress

I’ve never again been told I was brave

I no longer dream of living in California

But I am not 17 anymore, and the new guy can’t grow a beard.

Yes, I have a different somebody; we both almost have our degrees

Other things remain the same, water still freezes at 32 degrees

People are still judged and compared

That man I love(d), still has a beard

He says he keeps it trimmed now and he’s decided to dress

A bit nicer since he’s no longer a starving artist in Southern California

And I still won’t leave Oklahoma, because I’m not brave.

But what good is being brave?

Being willing to do things at high degrees

Of difficulty? Well, I could be living in California

Where the warmth and the waves cannot be compared

to the sweaty state I live in now, that is as red as the dress

I wore that night. I kissed his purple lips and black beard.

I wish I could forget his brown eyes and mysterious beard

But I cannot. So I sit and try to figure out what makes a man brave

What makes a woman want to dress

in red and sit outside when it’s not 75 degrees

and talk about the difference in pinot noir and cabernet sauvignon, they cannot be compared

he said, as we watch the orange sun go down in Los Angeles, California

He begged me to move in with him in lovely California

“You won’t ever have to wear a bra, and I’ll never shave my beard

You could be a writer or an actress” I compared

this with my lonesome gray life in Oklahoma, but I just wasn’t brave

enough to leave. I guess I wanted a few more winters with -8 degrees

I wonder if he still remembers my red dress…

Or how I compared to any other girl in Southern California

Who had a dress that was red, and liked kissing a man with a beard…

It’s 3 years later, and 4 degrees warmer, and I’m still not brave.

social network

dr hickman played a movie, the social network... and so i write...

social network....social network...

i wanna facebook you so hard

i wanna lick your twitter

message me! message me!

ahhhh... i just signed on!

chynna zeppelin

A Man in California (A twist to the song: California by Led Zeppelin)

Spent my days with a man that’s kind,
Smoked his stuff and drank all our wine.
Made up my mind to break a new heart,
left California with a shaking in my start.
Someone told me there’s a man out there
With tears in his eyes and maggots in his hair.
Took my chances on a tiny jet plane,
Never let them tell you that I’m not insane.
The mountains were blue and the sky was clear,
Wondered how yesterday could ever follow me here.
The ocean and the shores started to fall and break
As the demons in my mind began to make.
Seems that the face and doors
Got a punch on the head and it started to pour;
I think I might be floating.
Throw me an anchor if I’m going
Ill meet you down there where the path
Runs crooked and low.
To find a queen with two kings ;
They say she plays unfair and dances and sings .
ah ah ah ah
Ride a black mule in the footsteps of night
Tryin to find a man who’s never, never, never seen light .
Standing on a tree in my forest of dreams,
Telling myself its not as real, real, real, as it seems.

chynna/jimmy

.........moep

Driving

You know I usually hate to be alone

When I’m alone I don’t really feel alive.

But sometimes, I just wanna find my keys, get in my car, and drive.

And so I did that ( Maybe I needed to feel a little less alive)

And I drove around in the town that I live.

And thought about why it is I’m here.

I drove around listening to music loud; with my windows cracks and my guard down.

And I didn’t mind waiting at red lights… because I wasn’t in a rush.

I guess that’s a sign.. that you aren’t really driven− just nervous.

And uh… I saw a cop… I intentionally drove 12 miles over the speed limit.

Just hoping he’d pull me over−

Cause I couldn’t wait to say what I wanted.

When he gave some smart as comment−

Like,

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

I was gonna say the most honest thing I’ve said in weeks,

“Nowhere.”

I was picturing the puzzled look he’d have on his face−

Wondering why some girl would drive around at such a speed

When she had no one to meet,

Or uh no deadline to make.

Just driving and driving… and I couldn’t wait−

But that black and white cop car just drove right past…

And I wondered if I was invisible

Or he just didn’t care right now…

And I didn’t like that−

I wanted someone to be concerned that I was driving around

At 1 o clock in the morning… but he let me down−

You see I drove around with a cigarette in my mouth

And I don’t even smoke…

Just wanted to do some damage I guess

Just wanted myself to know−

That I need something different in my life…

Something that doesn’t make me want to drive in circles

That doesnt make me want to drive away.

another poem, of course.

Apt 256

would you let me stay if I promised to clean the mold out of the coffee pot

and always kept the sink empty.

would you let me stay if I promised to stop crying

and didn’t get mad at you for spying.

will you let me sleep at the foot of your bed

if I promised not to snore or roll around

will you let me live here,

I promise I dont take up much room

and I dont make much sound

would you let me stay if I promised to always turn out the lights

would you let me stay if I was immune to fights

would you let me live here, I’ll clean out the closet and make it my home

so I could still hear your heartbeat when everything else is quiet

would you let me stay if I didnt insist on singing along with everysong

especially the ones i dont know at all

would you let me stay if i never lost my keys

or my phone or my wallet or my mind

would you let me live here if i pormised to remember everyhting i did

would you let me stay here if wasnt still a kid

would you let me live here if i didnt have fits of rage

would you let me stay if lived in a cage

you always said i was your bird

i would sit on my perch and never be heard

you can clip my wings

and lock my beak

but would you pet me at least once a weak?

tell me my feathers are pretty

and im your favorite dove

feed me worms made out of love

would you keep me if i was a basset hound

one that didnt trainging but was always around

i wouldnt bark and i wouldnt shed

id use your dirty laundry as my bed

would you let me stay if i was a drum

you could beat me as i listened to you hum

would you let me stay if i was your favorite place to sit

id carry your wait and never want to quit

would you let me stay if you could put me in a picture frame

you could look at me and i’d always be the same

not like i am now… always different than what you expect

built with out a mind and impossible to define

would you let me stay if i was you

always saying things that are true

would you let me stay if i was a wax candle

one that didnt burn you and didnt come unmantled

because right now im all over the place

and i dont seem to fit

and the look on your face tells me that your ready to quit

making more space for me to stay.

but maybe i could live on the patio

and youd never have to know

that i always kept my ear to the door

listening to your live a one man war

maybe i could be a welcome mat

or your gray hat

or your iphone

or your flannel shirt

or your shadow

or maybe I should just leave.

-Chynna

a real letter turned to a poem-

A Rant

You always told me I would grow out of only writing about sad things.

So I tried being funny but it just wasn’t the same.

Cause I still cant make you laugh.. turns out I don’t have a better half.

But I do have 4 quarters; hows that for some change?

I used to have empty pockets..

but now I just have deranged… dreams and convictions.

I have ideas and predictions.

Not about the stock market or weather.

More like the definition of forever.

And I know you say I rhyme too much

and I know I say you don’t care enough.

I think were both right but we’re more stubborn at night

and I guess putting up a fight hasn’t been worth the flight.

But love takes flight.. that’s what I heard once.

And I just try to do what my heart wants.

But you see it’s as bi polar as me and no one has me.

To call them their hippy or drink from my hands.

I guess this was not in our plan.

But did we even have one.. or was it all just illusions.

I know how they all work but I’m stuck in delusions.

You give me reason to write sad thoughts..

you give me a reason to connect the dots.

But in the mean time I have become disconnected.

From the kites I have collected.

All the strings tied to my wrists.

An anchor with out gravity and a million unclenched fists.

This makes up for my lack of self esteem when it comes to being seen.

I guess you could say I have been lying.

That I don’t really want to become a bird.

So I can fly far, far far away from here.

But I would like to have wings and maybe a lover here.

I live in a state shaped like a pan.

Its land locked and cock blocked. And doesn’t believe in yes we can.

But for now its where I am and for now its who I see.

Not that you agree.

And although I’m blind in one eye I can still see every color shape and size.

But the lack of two eyes results in no depth perception.

Meaning I live on uncompleted interceptions.

But there is one exception.

I have a slight sense of direction.

North east south west.

Being in the middle, or suffering from cardiac arrest.

Either way; my heart stops beating.

But I can’t bite the hand that’s feeding.

Me corn on the cob and seasonal depression.

And I save all my money, and I ignore the repression.

But my black market is doing fine.. and the watch on my wrist isn’t for keeping time.

Its for keeping score.

And I think that I’m winning.

And if not then that’s okay, because the room isn’t spinning.

Like it used to. When I thought of you.

all these tie dye dreams that made me scream

and all those paint splattered streets that I never crossed.

Because all my intentions were forgotten or lost.

Its true I have my regrets.. I should have never made a bet.

But I guess I didn’t have much to lose.

And I’ve never been afraid of abuse.

But yeah I have my doubt.

And I have my curiosity.

But most of all I have my generosity.

I’ll give you everything for nothing in return.

But I should warn you about the burn.

I will make an appearance in all of your dreams.

i’ll be dancing to all your screams.

But you won’t get a reaction.

And it will drive you wild.

I should have told you that before you made me smile.

But you did. so it will.

And I cant. So you wont.

But we could. But we won’t.

And he doesn’t. but he should.

And I have seen. What you never will.

And you think. But he does. You weren’t. But I was.

a poem- The Birds

The Birds

The birds are flying away from the nest

And the leaves are falling off the tree

They are like me

They are separating their selves from what they are told to believe.

That old wooden cross is now just two pieces of wood

When once it is where I proudly stood

But now I stand, unsteady

On natures evolving hand.

And I don’t feel as free,

But I do feel more alive

And I’m no better than a tree

We’re both just trying to survive.

-cc ollins

okie funk!!-- a liberal blog based in oklahoma, yeehaw!

So this guy came and he had this blog and it was called okie funk.

he was interesting fellow! i liked his personality sometimes..

and what was cool is that his blog was super liberal!!!!

which is hard to come by here in the great state of oklahoma... it doesn't mean land of the red man for nothing!!!!

besides the fact its referring to native americans,.. everyone here seems to be fox news loving gun toting abortion clinic burning anti medicinal marijuana anti breast feeding racist people. yes i am being general and demeaning but it does seem that way..

so anyway it was refreshing to have someone so willing to put their liberal views on the internet that is from oklahoma.... makes me proud.

this gentleman also got a gig working for the gazette through his blog.

he chooses not to make money from his blog... which is another liberal and respectful quality of his!!

I will be reading his blog form time to time... I respect this man tremendously.

GO GREEN!

PEACE OUT!

i like to write poems...

here are a few older ones... :)

The Birds

The birds are flying away from the nest

And the leaves are falling off the tree

They are like me

They are separating their selves from what they are told to believe.

That old wooden cross is now just two pieces of wood

When once it is where I proudly stood

But now I stand, unsteady

On natures evolving hand.

And I don’t feel as free,

But I do feel more alive

And I’m no better than a tree

We’re both just trying to survive.

A Rant

You always told me I would grow out of only writing about sad things.

So I tried being funny but it just wasn’t the same.

Cause I still cant make you laugh.. turns out I don’t have a better half.

But I do have 4 quarters; hows that for some change?

I used to have empty pockets..

but now I just have deranged… dreams and convictions.

I have ideas and predictions.

Not about the stock market or weather.

More like the definition of forever.

And I know you say I rhyme too much

and I know I say you don’t care enough.

I think were both right but we’re more stubborn at night

and I guess putting up a fight hasn’t been worth the flight.

But love takes flight.. that’s what I heard once.

And I just try to do what my heart wants.

But you see it’s as bi polar as me and no one has me.

To call them their hippy or drink from my hands.

I guess this was not in our plan.

But did we even have one.. or was it all just illusions.

I know how they all work but I’m stuck in delusions.

You give me reason to write sad thoughts..

you give me a reason to connect the dots.

But in the mean time I have become disconnected.

From the kites I have collected.

All the strings tied to my wrists.

An anchor with out gravity and a million unclenched fists.

This makes up for my lack of self esteem when it comes to being seen.

I guess you could say I have been lying.

That I don’t really want to become a bird.

So I can fly far, far far away from here.

But I would like to have wings and maybe a lover here.

I live in a state shaped like a pan.

Its land locked and cock blocked. And doesn’t believe in yes we can.

But for now its where I am and for now its who I see.

Not that you agree.

And although I’m blind in one eye I can still see every color shape and size.

But the lack of two eyes results in no depth perception.

Meaning I live on uncompleted interceptions.

But there is one exception.

I have a slight sense of direction.

North east south west.

Being in the middle, or suffering from cardiac arrest.

Either way; my heart stops beating.

But I can’t bite the hand that’s feeding.

Me corn on the cob and seasonal depression.

And I save all my money, and I ignore the repression.

But my black market is doing fine.. and the watch on my wrist isn’t for keeping time.

Its for keeping score.

And I think that I’m winning.

And if not then that’s okay, because the room isn’t spinning.

Like it used to. When I thought of you.

all these tie dye dreams that made me scream

and all those paint splattered streets that I never crossed.

Because all my intentions were forgotten or lost.

Its true I have my regrets.. I should have never made a bet.

But I guess I didn’t have much to lose.

And I’ve never been afraid of abuse.

But yeah I have my doubt.

And I have my curiosity.

But most of all I have my generosity.

I’ll give you everything for nothing in return.

But I should warn you about the burn.

I will make an appearance in all of your dreams.

i’ll be dancing to all your screams.

But you won’t get a reaction.

And it will drive you wild.

I should have told you that before you made me smile.

But you did. so it will.

And I cant. So you wont.

But we could. But we won’t.

And he doesn’t. but he should.

And I have seen. What you never will.

And you think. But he does. You weren’t. But I was.

A Man in California (A twist to the song: California by Led Zeppelin)

Spent my days with a man that’s kind,
Smoked his stuff and drank all our wine.
Made up my mind to break a new heart,
left California with a shaking in my start.
Someone told me there’s a man out there
With tears in his eyes and maggots in his hair.
Took my chances on a tiny jet plane,
Never let them tell you that I’m not insane.
The mountains were blue and the sky was clear,
Wondered how yesterday could ever follow me here.
The ocean and the shores started to fall and break
As the demons in my mind began to make.
Seems that the face and doors
Got a punch on the head and it started to pour;
I think I might be floating.
Throw me an anchor if I’m going
Ill meet you down there where the path
Runs crooked and low.
To find a queen with two kings ;
They say she plays unfair and dances and sings .
ah ah ah ah
Ride a black mule in the footsteps of night
Tryin to find a man who’s never, never, never seen light .
Standing on a tree in my forest of dreams,
Telling myself its not as real, real, real, as it seems.

Apt 256

would you let me stay if I promised to clean the mold out of the coffee pot

and always kept the sink empty.

would you let me stay if I promised to stop crying

and didn’t get mad at you for spying.

will you let me sleep at the foot of your bed

if I promised not to snore or roll around

will you let me live here,

I promise I dont take up much room

and I dont make much sound

would you let me stay if I promised to always turn out the lights

would you let me stay if I was immune to fights

would you let me live here, I’ll clean out the closet and make it my home

so I could still hear your heartbeat when everything else is quiet

would you let me stay if I didnt insist on singing along with everysong

especially the ones i dont know at all

would you let me stay if i never lost my keys

or my phone or my wallet or my mind

would you let me live here if i pormised to remember everyhting i did

would you let me stay here if wasnt still a kid

would you let me live here if i didnt have fits of rage

would you let me stay if lived in a cage

you always said i was your bird

i would sit on my perch and never be heard

you can clip my wings

and lock my beak

but would you pet me at least once a weak?

tell me my feathers are pretty

and im your favorite dove

feed me worms made out of love

would you keep me if i was a basset hound

one that didnt trainging but was always around

i wouldnt bark and i wouldnt shed

id use your dirty laundry as my bed

would you let me stay if i was a drum

you could beat me as i listened to you hum

would you let me stay if i was your favorite place to sit

id carry your wait and never want to quit

would you let me stay if you could put me in a picture frame

you could look at me and i’d always be the same

not like i am now… always different than what you expect

built with out a mind and impossible to define

would you let me stay if i was you

always saying things that are true

would you let me stay if i was a wax candle

one that didnt burn you and didnt come unmantled

because right now im all over the place

and i dont seem to fit

and the look on your face tells me that your ready to quit

making more space for me to stay.

but maybe i could live on the patio

and youd never have to know

that i always kept my ear to the door

listening to your live a one man war

maybe i could be a welcome mat

or your gray hat

or your iphone

or your flannel shirt

or your shadow

or maybe I should just leave.

Driving

You know I usually hate to be alone

When I’m alone I don’t really feel alive.

But sometimes, I just wanna find my keys, get in my car, and drive.

And so I did that ( Maybe I needed to feel a little less alive)

And I drove around in the town that I live.

And thought about why it is I’m here.

I drove around listening to music loud; with my windows cracks and my guard down.

And I didn’t mind waiting at red lights… because I wasn’t in a rush.

I guess that’s a sign.. that you aren’t really driven− just nervous.

And uh… I saw a cop… I intentionally drove 12 miles over the speed limit.

Just hoping he’d pull me over−

Cause I couldn’t wait to say what I wanted.

When he gave some smart as comment−

Like,

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

I was gonna say the most honest thing I’ve said in weeks,

“Nowhere.”

I was picturing the puzzled look he’d have on his face−

Wondering why some girl would drive around at such a speed

When she had no one to meet,

Or uh no deadline to make.

Just driving and driving… and I couldn’t wait−

But that black and white cop car just drove right past…

And I wondered if I was invisible

Or he just didn’t care right now…

And I didn’t like that−

I wanted someone to be concerned that I was driving around

At 1 o clock in the morning… but he let me down−

You see I drove around with a cigarette in my mouth

And I don’t even smoke…

Just wanted to do some damage I guess

Just wanted myself to know−

That I need something different in my life…

Something that doesn’t make me want to drive in circles

That doesnt make me want to drive away.