the feeling of wearing just one contact is just… ugh.
the feeling of wearing just one contact is just… ugh.
I keep picking up my phone to text you, but I resist the urge because I’m not sure what to say, or even where to begin.
I never understood why people are so afraid so openly admit they’re sensitive. Is is a bad thing to be sensitive? Then, I realized that in a society that always tells you to “suck it up” and “deal with it”, that sensitivity is frowned upon. That’s depressing that we dismiss others for their character traits.
I love hands. I love tracing the outlines of the scars on them. The moles. The wrinkles. The small, diminutive hairs. The curvature of fingers, and how some are wide and others are narrow. The way that, although everyone’s hands are completely different, they all manage to fit perfectly with others. I adore how some nails are long and shapely, whilst other nails are barely there, bitten down to a virtually insignificant existence. God, I love hands.
I need new music to listen to, immediately. I should be doing my homework, but I really don’t feel like it. I want to go out. Maybe I’ll go to Waffle House. I should’ve went to the library today.I look really bummy right now, but I really don’t care ‘cause I’m comfortable as hell. I don’t want to text this person back right now, so I probably won’t. Party tonight? Maybe.
Who are you? Are you a nobody too?
too many things..
is nothing but a shadow..
