erinbaloney
A thief? Not me. Not anymore. Sometimes I think I am stealing though, something very valuable. I feel like I am taking away something.
Whimsical feelings come over me when I've had a lot of sugar. Silly whim, impulsive, no more cookies for me.
Wake a lot of me in that wakey wakey stage
when I'm smelling all the toast and banana pancakes
and you're right above me, spilling applesauce onto my shirt
while I'm laying on the floor tiles laughing cause it's
gotten in my hair.
Notice
No kiss
No little bliss and
Notice notice notice me
notice that I'm
Lonely.
Sometimes it's hard being rejected. I don't exactly know why though. It's like when someone you used to like starts liking someone else. Why does it bother you when you know you don't like them? I don't know. I'm supposed to write this in a minute and that's the first thing I thought of.
You can't let things get to you. Look ahead; no one is after you. You'll get what you deserve.
My boyfriend Kevin has a friend who has a typewriter and everyone comes in to her room and just types something up. Anything. They'll write about personal secrets, random nonsense, and then just stick it in a folder. I want something like that. Something special. Something unique.