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at least my room is the warmest room in the house. but that doesn't really make a difference because i still come home from school everyday, eat breakfastsnack foods (yes, BREAKFAST.) and take four hour naps and sit around lay around walk around the rest of the night with my my eyes half shut or half open (kinda the same as the glass half empty or half full, HUH) like a zombie. the only way i like MY zombies is in dawn of the dead, in the shopping mall elevator, eating flesh. actually, i have never seen that movie. anyway.
a month ago i thought all these feelings were done and over with and i was finally, yes finally ready to be a grown-up kind of lady with rational thoughts, actions, sleeping patterns, eating habits, etc. thing is, i'm still five. still thinking about living in pink castles (actually, pink stucco cottages, but that's another story) on glitter clouds with a fairy godmother as my butler and she'll wave her wand and poof my white horse drawn pumpkin shaped chariot awaits with thing charming and his diamond ring for me. and we can eat rice and life cereal and muffins and stay up all night and braid each other's hair! and a month ago i was like hey look it's not even that cold, what it being winter and all, and i'll go to bed on time and do my homework be really really cool and of course then i'd be happy RIGHT. RIIIGHT. awesome.
but i LOVE all of these anniversary birthdaydays all lined up in a row of secrets and swollen eyes and five blankets piled high over my face, CAN'T YOU TELL.
i think lies are terrific. same thing goes for pretending. thing is, its not even all me this time. (its always the same pattern)
also, i should throw more temper-tantrums.
a month ago i thought all these feelings were done and over with and i was finally, yes finally ready to be a grown-up kind of lady with rational thoughts, actions, sleeping patterns, eating habits, etc. thing is, i'm still five. still thinking about living in pink castles (actually, pink stucco cottages, but that's another story) on glitter clouds with a fairy godmother as my butler and she'll wave her wand and poof my white horse drawn pumpkin shaped chariot awaits with thing charming and his diamond ring for me. and we can eat rice and life cereal and muffins and stay up all night and braid each other's hair! and a month ago i was like hey look it's not even that cold, what it being winter and all, and i'll go to bed on time and do my homework be really really cool and of course then i'd be happy RIGHT. RIIIGHT. awesome.
but i LOVE all of these anniversary birthdaydays all lined up in a row of secrets and swollen eyes and five blankets piled high over my face, CAN'T YOU TELL.
i think lies are terrific. same thing goes for pretending. thing is, its not even all me this time. (its always the same pattern)
also, i should throw more temper-tantrums.