in a place of no comfort or expectancy, paces are paced, plans are planned, windows are starred at longingly, and uncertainty covers the walls. and when tears are shed, people still stare, as if it was a foreign practice in a place like that.
if i wake up in the morning, and its grey and dark, its not that i dont like slow, hazy days, but something about it makes me tired, and harder to get moving to places i generally dont want to go to. i'm glad its bright today, its making everything feel really real.
i'm snowed in today. and i honestly dont know what to do with myself. i love all this snow. today was what i needed. a day away from everything. a quiete day for eating burritos and cuddling with my kitten while i watch sad movies. thank you mother nature, i take back every mean name i've ever called you.
when i was about 9 yeards old, i was having a sleepover with my old friend alexandra brewer. and it was 2 18 in the morning and her kitten went missing so we tried to find it. and her dad yelled at us for being up so late. i hate the time 2 18 and i dont look at the clock so i cant tell when its come, and when its gone.