But somehow my day turned around moments before midnight, and I'll hopefully head to bed before soon.
How odd that I might finally feel better about today right before I plunge head first into tomorrow.
I want to live in a house in a tree. Read books and poems all day.
Spend the day in Disneyland and spend the night at the Eiffel Tower.
I want to stop making myself sad. I don't want to wonder if crying myself to sleep will make me feel better.
I wish iTunes could tell which songs I want to hear; which ones I should hear.
Why would anyone ever want to live like this?
I can be such a fucking child sometimes.
I'm scared to go to bed,
I think I could die in my sleep.I must find a reason to wake in the morning;
It isn't enough to dream.
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