
I wear a bra mostly, I cry alone mostly (except for Fat Tuesdays. On Fat Tuesdays, I cry to boys who let me), I shave my legs (sometimes) and listen to sad songs on lonely nights. I breathe heavy as I fall asleep. I remember nice things and feel nice. I try not to remember bad things, but, like everything, that's hard to do.
I fall in love. And out of love. But mostly, in, at least 3 times a day.
I participate in normal human activities. Sometimes, I even enjoy it.
Sometimes.
No comments:
Post a Comment