It's 4:36 a.m and I've been awake for the past hour just thinking about life and Paddle Pops and the strong urge to go outside and take a walk if only I wasn't so afraid of waking my mom up. I want to know how it feels like to be loved by a boy but I am scared out of my wits and it's something I'm not ready for just yet. I want to cut my hair again. I've been having sore throat for the past few days and I want my voice back. The one I have right now does not belong to me and it's making me even more uncomfortable in my own skin. So many expectations, so many things to do, so much time to think things through yet I spend it all on things that don't really matter. Whatever, I'm going to go scramble some eggs now and hope I don't burn the house down.
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