I watch myself grow, I say things in a roundabout way.
I think I'm despicable, detestable, adorable, gorgeous.
I surprise myself daily with those extremely intense stories I've got to tell.
Today I fell out of bed (on purpose). I chewed my words before I spoke. I prayed that He won't let me fall apart. I wanted to paint my walls purple. I left them by the house of fun; don't know why I didn't come. I played the bass. I told a lie. I was melodramatic. I felt like little miss scatterbrain. I tried to find the future in the past. I thought about my splendid non-existent character. I made a choice. I did something healthy (even though I hate health). I discovered you can be communicative and weird at the same time.