Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Who falls in love too easily
I’m the one who falls asleep on the couch at 9:00, but then moves to her bed and stares at the ceiling.
I dream about Paris, even though I know I’ll never have the money to go.
I’m the girl who tells herself that today is the day I wait for you to make the first move and start the conversation, just to see if you will. But I never can.
I’m the kind of person that is blogging in her head before something has even finished happening.
The kind of person, that when hearing a great new artist, wonders if she can download it for free.
I “appear offline” because I don’t have anything to say to you.
The kind of person that worries about money, but will willingly spend it on good food and drinks.
The kind of person that gets so angry that “she could punch someone”, but never actually has.
The kind of girl who paints her nails cause she likes the color, just to remove it the next day .
The kind of girl who will never, ever leave the house in sweatpants let alone pajama pants. If this does happen, you know something is dreadfully wrong.
The kind of person that can’t sleep if her room is a mess, but never makes her bed.
I’m that girl. The one that is so insecure she worries that we’ve fallen out of love a hundred time a week.
I lay awake at night, worrying about my future. Because I still have no ideas, and I’m scared its almost here.
The kind of girl who has so many secrets. But he knows them all.
I’m completely honest. Its not a lie if you don’t ask, right?
I dream about Paris, even though I know I’ll never have the money to go.
I’m the girl who tells herself that today is the day I wait for you to make the first move and start the conversation, just to see if you will. But I never can.
I’m the kind of person that is blogging in her head before something has even finished happening.
The kind of person, that when hearing a great new artist, wonders if she can download it for free.
I “appear offline” because I don’t have anything to say to you.
The kind of person that worries about money, but will willingly spend it on good food and drinks.
The kind of person that gets so angry that “she could punch someone”, but never actually has.
The kind of girl who paints her nails cause she likes the color, just to remove it the next day .
The kind of girl who will never, ever leave the house in sweatpants let alone pajama pants. If this does happen, you know something is dreadfully wrong.
The kind of person that can’t sleep if her room is a mess, but never makes her bed.
I’m that girl. The one that is so insecure she worries that we’ve fallen out of love a hundred time a week.
I lay awake at night, worrying about my future. Because I still have no ideas, and I’m scared its almost here.
The kind of girl who has so many secrets. But he knows them all.
I’m completely honest. Its not a lie if you don’t ask, right?
