i want to hate you half as much as i hate myself
i have that stupid,silly grin on my face because it's the infamous day after. day after what? it's the day after one more weekend in my book. the weekend was more than physically draining [ 3 hours of floor sleeping ], but emotionally, it was a killer. i've basically felt everything a person could feel. moments of yelling were quickly replaced by giggling, soon turning to tears. in a constant circle of tired thoughts, risky business, and new memories, i was caught.
you can't escape growing up. ( and i honestly think we just grew up a little more this weekend )
if you define growing up by wearing silly hats and racing speed limits,long talks with friends,breakfast in a warm car[with a snowy outside], then i've grown up.
while thoughts of it are still lingering, i'm only hoping it lasts through this week. i hope it's still lingering saturday morning, when reality of everything quickly sinks in.
while i feel nervous, i hope i remember it. the taste of tears and frosties, the scent of crayons and aftershave, the sight of messy hair and striped pants.
[make sure i remember this]
and make sure i remember this stupid,silly grin on my face, when my mind is full of tears.