why is this afternoon being so nostalgic?
why am I about to throw myself a huge pity party?
why can’t I study for this damn anatomy quiz?
do I really like him?
surely not.
why am I insisting upon drowning my sorrows with music and food?
what sorrows do i even have?
why can’t I deal with things in a healthy manner?
who I am even talking to?
why is today being so weird?
do you think I’ll ever get it?
probably not.
but that’s okay.
because just like a ballerina,
the crowd will catch me.
every.
single.
time.
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