Idc about M.J, I'm still reeling over losing Lula.
I love:
Listening to a song I never want to end.
Finishing a book.
Finding that small thing that makes a baby laugh, like crumpling paper.
Being in love with Xavier.
The oneness I feel at punk shows.
Remembering little things from childhood, like pretending to sleep in a shopping cart on rolls of toilet paper while my mom talked to her friend.
Finding neosporin in my purse that 'Buela gave me when I got my lip pierced.
Picture books.
I hate:
Feeling like I have nothing important to say anymore.
Feeling lousy for no reason at all.
Thinking too much about my anxieties and insecurities.
Feeling like a failure.
Not seeing my grandma when I go home, anymore.
That I don't like myself very much. But I'm really trying to change that.
My dumb pride.
Listening to a song I never want to end.
Finishing a book.
Finding that small thing that makes a baby laugh, like crumpling paper.
Being in love with Xavier.
The oneness I feel at punk shows.
Remembering little things from childhood, like pretending to sleep in a shopping cart on rolls of toilet paper while my mom talked to her friend.
Finding neosporin in my purse that 'Buela gave me when I got my lip pierced.
Picture books.
I hate:
Feeling like I have nothing important to say anymore.
Feeling lousy for no reason at all.
Thinking too much about my anxieties and insecurities.
Feeling like a failure.
Not seeing my grandma when I go home, anymore.
That I don't like myself very much. But I'm really trying to change that.
My dumb pride.