once a year
im wearing a sweatshirt i left in the bathroom at work for about a week. it smells like a diaper. when people ask you, "how are things?", you automaticaly repsond, good, alright, ok, etc. relaying that things arent in the dumps. it feels so nice to say things are good and really MEAN IT! things feel real and i like it. i receive honesty and sincerity from the people i surround myself with and it's easy to forget that people like that exist. i feel equaled; balanced.
I don't usually write these for anyone else to read but well, everyone else posted today and i felt it apropriate.
i can't wait for the summer. i can't wait to shed the secrets on the tip of my tounge. but patience is key.
I don't usually write these for anyone else to read but well, everyone else posted today and i felt it apropriate.
i can't wait for the summer. i can't wait to shed the secrets on the tip of my tounge. but patience is key.