Pudding
Pudding is the best when you eat it with just your tongue, and when it's 1 in the morning. Yep. My contacts are dry and hurtingful, but I don't wanna go to bed. I want to stay up all night drinking coffee and exchanging life stories with someone, but the only person who really talks about insightful stuff with me is Trevor and I bet he's asleep. I like to imagine people sleeping at this time, cuz I'm creepy like that. Some people sleep naked, some sleep with just "under clothes" on, some sleep on their tummys, others on their backs. Other people stretch out like starfishes, but I like to curl up into a ball on the edge of my empty queen sized bed. Oh, and there are like 30 thousand different bed sizes too! And some people don't have bed frames, they just have a mattress on the ground. I could never do that again though cuz i need my storage space. Who cares about what type of boogie man lives under my bed? I'll risk it.
I made a house out of cards, and another out of shoeboxes. It has a balcony and a giant toilet. I made maccoroni and cheese for my nephew, and taught him how to say Murray. I drank coffee and yelled at Horsea for stepping in glue and biting me. I made plans with my dad for Monday, and talked on the phone with a few people. But I didn't get a hug from anyone. I didn't get to go anywhere or hold anyone's hand. It was sad....Oh well. Lol, here's a damn poem:
Many words to say to you
Choking back on all that's true
Everyday that I know you
I learn something new.
It wasn't in those tears that I cried over you.
It wasn't in stories I shared with you.
I don't learn anything in hurting myself.
I can't feel better with your picture on a shelf.
It's not finished yet. Maybe someday...whatever. My cat just licked my empty pudding cup. How dare she! It's MY pudding cut, NOT HERS!!! Night-night.
I made a house out of cards, and another out of shoeboxes. It has a balcony and a giant toilet. I made maccoroni and cheese for my nephew, and taught him how to say Murray. I drank coffee and yelled at Horsea for stepping in glue and biting me. I made plans with my dad for Monday, and talked on the phone with a few people. But I didn't get a hug from anyone. I didn't get to go anywhere or hold anyone's hand. It was sad....Oh well. Lol, here's a damn poem:
Many words to say to you
Choking back on all that's true
Everyday that I know you
I learn something new.
It wasn't in those tears that I cried over you.
It wasn't in stories I shared with you.
I don't learn anything in hurting myself.
I can't feel better with your picture on a shelf.
It's not finished yet. Maybe someday...whatever. My cat just licked my empty pudding cup. How dare she! It's MY pudding cut, NOT HERS!!! Night-night.