Why does this keep happening? I try so hard, and I try so hard not to talk about it each time it happens. But I'm sad, because I never seem good enough.
It's good for me in a way though. Keeps my complacency in check.
Sigh. I suck.
(But what am I to do?!)
Finals begin tomorrow, and I started studying for real just yesterday. Hooray?
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.