Truer words have never been spoken.
When we were lying there tonight I started thinking about it. I've never thought about it before. But I started seeing it. It was weird. But it wasn't a bad weird, which kinda freaked me out. Stupid contacts, I think that was the problem. That I could see the map on the wall. That's what I was going to say. But I knew that it wouldn't be one of my bad jokes, that it would actually hurt. So I'm saying it here, so that I don't have to have that thought just floating around in my brain until I explode.
This tea has made my room smell really good.
Found a dried centipede on the floor. So not cool.
Finished this weeks YAA post so that I don't have to worry about that. Awesome.
I think it's weird that I always try to put up the front that everything is ok and that everything will be. It's so not how I actually feel about a situation. I'm like a duck like that. Calm and collected on the outside but swimming as hard as I can underneath the water.
I can't believe I started thinking about that. People keep saying that to me. That maybe there is more to life than lawn furniture.
Not going to lie, after this evening, kind of glad our parents won't be meeting at Grad. I'd feel super awkward. True facts.
And even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies?
Jessica
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