Holes In The Wall, 2014

I took the scenic route like a jerk

This month is packed,

with what?

how are you?

this idea of you isn’t getting any easier.

The more I sit and don’t think about you the more I think about you.

It it even you I’m thinking about?

Or am I just thinking too much at this point.

I can’t help myself anymore, I stop everyday and barely carry out a thought.

I don’t want to turn around because it doesn’t matter, I don’t need to know any one here, and I don’t care if he likes me or not.

Why can’t I focus?

All black cow girl just walked in and started dancing. 

How can you not smile?

How can you stay sad all the time? 

I swear I used to be okay.

That music will not make things better for me.

Pour over?

Pour over what?

Is this really happening?

You know what, why not?

"My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am."

Anaïs Nin

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