Day Two
Day one - introduce yourself.
Day two - your first love.
Day three - your parents.
Day four - what you ate today.
Day five - your definition of love.
Day six - your day.
Day seven - your best friend.
Day eight - a moment.
Day nine - your beliefs.
Day ten - what you wore today.
Day eleven - your siblings.
Day twelve - what’s in your bag.
Day thirteen - this week.
Day fourteen - what you wore today.
Day fifteen - your dreams.
Day sixteen - your first kiss.
Day seventeen - your favorite memory.
Day eighteen - your favorite birthday.
Day nineteen - something you regret.
Day twenty - this month.
Day twenty one - another moment.
Day twenty two - something that upsets you.
Day twenty three - something that makes you feel better.
Day twenty four - something that makes you cry.
Day twenty five - a first.
Day twenty six - your fears.
Day twenty seven - your favorite place.
Day twenty eight - something that you miss.
Day twenty nine - your aspirations.
Day thirty - one last moment.
Day two - your first love:
Paul Hauschild. I fell in love with him when I was fourteen. My little sister and I were sitting in our room, smoking cigarettes and blowing the smoke out of the window so as not to get caught. Paul was Ryan's friend, and his friends were walking past our window most likely on their way to Ryan's window to crawl through it to visit him. As his friends walked past, Lottie and I chatted about how cute some of them were (typical pre-teen bullshit lol), and then Paul strutted along.. He had his skate board hanging casually in one arm, no shirt on his nicely toned upper body, a bleached blond jew-fro like a halo around his head, and coke bottle glasses that just screamed "sexy nerd!". As he walked past, I was frozen. I couldn't breath, I couldn't exhale the smoke that was sitting in my lungs, I could only stare without blinking as the mild crush I had for him slammed against the back of my head screaming for my attention. He saw that Lottie and I were looking at him from the window, and he shot a smile at us. His teeth flashed, and his dimples stood out like beacons. I absolutely melted when he winked! All I could do was whisper almost inaudibly, "I am going to marry him.."
Day two - your first love.
Day three - your parents.
Day four - what you ate today.
Day five - your definition of love.
Day six - your day.
Day seven - your best friend.
Day eight - a moment.
Day nine - your beliefs.
Day ten - what you wore today.
Day eleven - your siblings.
Day twelve - what’s in your bag.
Day thirteen - this week.
Day fourteen - what you wore today.
Day fifteen - your dreams.
Day sixteen - your first kiss.
Day seventeen - your favorite memory.
Day eighteen - your favorite birthday.
Day nineteen - something you regret.
Day twenty - this month.
Day twenty one - another moment.
Day twenty two - something that upsets you.
Day twenty three - something that makes you feel better.
Day twenty four - something that makes you cry.
Day twenty five - a first.
Day twenty six - your fears.
Day twenty seven - your favorite place.
Day twenty eight - something that you miss.
Day twenty nine - your aspirations.
Day thirty - one last moment.
Day two - your first love:
Paul Hauschild. I fell in love with him when I was fourteen. My little sister and I were sitting in our room, smoking cigarettes and blowing the smoke out of the window so as not to get caught. Paul was Ryan's friend, and his friends were walking past our window most likely on their way to Ryan's window to crawl through it to visit him. As his friends walked past, Lottie and I chatted about how cute some of them were (typical pre-teen bullshit lol), and then Paul strutted along.. He had his skate board hanging casually in one arm, no shirt on his nicely toned upper body, a bleached blond jew-fro like a halo around his head, and coke bottle glasses that just screamed "sexy nerd!". As he walked past, I was frozen. I couldn't breath, I couldn't exhale the smoke that was sitting in my lungs, I could only stare without blinking as the mild crush I had for him slammed against the back of my head screaming for my attention. He saw that Lottie and I were looking at him from the window, and he shot a smile at us. His teeth flashed, and his dimples stood out like beacons. I absolutely melted when he winked! All I could do was whisper almost inaudibly, "I am going to marry him.."