I'm addicted to my phone, and use to get a weird separation anxiety when someone would want to use it. Now, I don't care.
I hate feeling like I have to put makeup on to look pretty.
I hate the smell of fabric softener.
When I love, I love from the inner most workings of my soul. I love with everything I have.
I hate when I say something that's really important to me, and I get ignored.
As much as I hate taking compliments, I love feeling like someone cares enough to say something nice to me.
If I pour my heart out, I want you to tell me that you understand so I don't feel stupid.
If I cry in front of you, it means you are important. I don't cry in front of many people.
I love dancing.
I love naps in the summer time, or all the time.
I love old smelling books.
I want to know why God punishes me for trying to be so perfect for one person. Perfect is never good enough I guess. Call me if you think different.
I love stars, but if you show me a constellation, I wouldn't know which one it is.
A heartbeat is a secret to get me to fall asleep.
Maroon 5, don't get me started.
Monday, March 29, 2010
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