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I've stopped cleaning my room. I've started brushing my hair. This is, yes, a raw deal. Unlittered floor/clean jeans/less empty cups > untangled hair, any day of the week.
[My clouded head wills it otherwise.]
I am a force to be reckoned with lately. Attempts at contact probably haven't worked well. I am made much more content with my nose in a book and my ears protected by headphones than I could possibly be by taking part in the catastrophe of gossip/baseball games/jazz dances (not on purpose, though).
[The world isn't so harsh when there's a symphony in my head.. music and literature are my version of rose-colored glasses.]
Seventeen is so close I can almost taste the extended curfew and store-bought birthday cake. (Ugh.) All I want is a kiss on the forehead and to not cry. To hell with grand gestures and darling, homemade gifts or cards so long as you don't make me cry.
[My clouded head wills it otherwise.]
I am a force to be reckoned with lately. Attempts at contact probably haven't worked well. I am made much more content with my nose in a book and my ears protected by headphones than I could possibly be by taking part in the catastrophe of gossip/baseball games/jazz dances (not on purpose, though).
[The world isn't so harsh when there's a symphony in my head.. music and literature are my version of rose-colored glasses.]
Seventeen is so close I can almost taste the extended curfew and store-bought birthday cake. (Ugh.) All I want is a kiss on the forehead and to not cry. To hell with grand gestures and darling, homemade gifts or cards so long as you don't make me cry.