Our room is dirty again.
HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING D:?
Lounging on the llama fur couch and listening to Death Cab for Cutie while you lay the smackdown on StarCraft II is simple and perfect right now.
I love our room despite its eccentricities. With our wooden blinds and the green trees right outside, and our little Persian rug… it feels pretty tree-house-y.
My laptop stand made out of an upside-down hamper with a book on top, haha.
I’m happy :3
And shooting stars tonight after potluck? Yesplz.
Reading back through my blog makes me tearful; I don’t know why.
I think sometimes a good, hard cry would make me feel better. Like I have too much everything welling up inside me. Maybe that’s why I cry so easy when I’m upset. Like my tear ducts are ready to jump at any chance they’ve got to splash my face and make a general mess out of things.
I feel really good when I cry alone, though… When I’m able to get it all out for whatever reason I fancy at that moment, or whatever scenario I think up.
I hate crying in front of you. When I do, I can just see my AntiCryBaby self shaking and yelling at me to cut it out, grow up. I can imagine the irritated look on your face and hear you sigh next to me as I try to get a hold of myself. My mind reels and I can’t think right when I cry by you, making it so much harder to just stop.
Well, I’m getting better at catching myself before it starts… I’ve definitely prevented it a few times now, though it’s not easy. My inner voice is a catty, unmerciful bitch and happens to say all the things I don’t want to think about when I’m trying to stay calm.
Hah, maybe I’m just trying to make up for the lack of rain here.
Looking Foward to a Few Days of Clear Skies,
Sorry that I giggle like an idiot every time someone asks us if we’re together.
I like that we never give them a straight answer.
And I like that we sneak around little touches when no one is looking, like when you touched my hand last night in the car.
That shit makes my tummy do cartwheels, boy.