Take your jacket off, would ya?
I can't even find the words to say to describe myself right now.
I've over ananlyzed a few things over the last hour, and have decided that only a select amount of small things make me happy. Like good pasta salad, waking up right before the sunrises, and kissing the person I absolutely adore. (Too bad I can't do that last one because he fucking hates me right now. Ugh.) But it's odd. Because no matter what I do, no matter how ditzy I sound, this never changes. It's always been this way. Events don't make me happy. Moments do.
And I guess I'm weird. But right now, I'm so filled up with romantic words that it's disgusting. And they won't come out. Because I won't let them.
.....Bitches.
I've over ananlyzed a few things over the last hour, and have decided that only a select amount of small things make me happy. Like good pasta salad, waking up right before the sunrises, and kissing the person I absolutely adore. (Too bad I can't do that last one because he fucking hates me right now. Ugh.) But it's odd. Because no matter what I do, no matter how ditzy I sound, this never changes. It's always been this way. Events don't make me happy. Moments do.
And I guess I'm weird. But right now, I'm so filled up with romantic words that it's disgusting. And they won't come out. Because I won't let them.
.....Bitches.