i don’t know why i ate five meals today… I’m honestly harboring a food baby in my stomach it feels disgusting. But i got into SVA today so i don’t even care at this point if i become obese because Ive gotten into college. I’m about to utilize my Wii fit this weekend to make up for the late night diner run we made tonight >.< i couldn’t even finish my cheese omelet… what a waist.
why cant it just be Saturday already so i can be with Susanneeeeeee.
I cant write beautiful poems, or use heart warming metaphors… All i know is i just want to be with you all of the time; There is not a moment where your not in my thoughts. YES every teen couple says the same exact thing, and i KNOW that we have not been together very long… But i know for a fact that most kids fake they’re overwhelming emotions to get the rush; the rush that everyone craves. You see what sets us apart from them is I honest to god feel different with you then i have with anyone else. So unbelievably comfortable. When before i felt as if i needed to be the coolest version of myself to charm my significant other. You make me feel like its okay for me to talk about my boogers, and speak absolute gibberish when its not necessary. Even when we’re not together i just feel a little warmer knowing that you are quite possibly thinking of me too.
When we are together… My throat tightens, and my mind is cluttered with too many words to say, because I am falling hard.
Most times i want to say everything all at one time; everything that could possibly be said. I’m not hyperactive i swear… I suppose that i just get excited and want to say something meaningful. I’m surprised with how much self control it takes to hold back words. In any kind of situation. The true art is using as little words as possible.
I don’t understand why I keep secretes… Why cant everyone know everything? Why cant people just keep an open mind and not take everything they hear so personal. Some times i can tell others my secretes through my art.. But some times it’s a little blunt when my mom is offended by my man-ish looking self portraits.