Just imagine yourself in a house with floor tiles so cold you have to look down just to make sure you're not standing in something wet.
are you with me now?...
I miss summer. or really, just the idea of it
.
There is no way I'm getting my dads painting done by Christmas.
the hell was I thinking. I have so many ideas I want to paint but can't now.
whenever he sees me even lift a brush he has to ask when he's getting "his" painting.
when I'm going to "be done" or "hurry up"
I never told him about it. I told him not to look at what I was painting but he didn't listen.
he didn't know I was painting it for him and why I didn't want him to see it.'
but now he does and I feel like it's not a gift anymore. like, something I have to do now.
I can't paint things I really don't want to but I have been for what feels like forever.
I get bored easy.
I want everything to be new.
anyways...
you know that feeling you get when you know things are going to work out.
but you're still so worried and you can't keep yourself from thinking you're going to screw everything up.
I get that all the time.
Keep your fingers crossed.
"I have retarded pinky syndrome"
I laughed a lot today.