- I wish I could find someone who admires my poor attempts at optimism in spite of how my life crashes around me in constant slow motion. Hold my hand the right way, with our fingers all intertwined, and tell me not to leave because you can sleep better when I'm around. Or not, because you don't exist in that sense, as the person I want you to be. I think my problem might be that no one's looking for a girl like me.
- Crush and sniff, my brothers and sisters.
- Things were nice but then turned sour/ I guess I'm not your favorite flower.
- I'm more sad than people give me credit for.
- Suddenly not very pleased with the pace and nature of my days. I'm starting to feel like a hit and run.
- I want to be a poet but my soul's not in it.
- I need to be talked to sleep.
nov 9 2011 ∞
mar 4 2013 +
