God, sometimes I love little kids.
Especially this girl who came up to me and gave me a hug while I was at an Ice Cream Shoppe. I seriously think it brightened my day :)
I miss you soo much! Maybe I’ll come up by myself for a week or so :)
Am I really this pathetic?
Is it really causing me this much pain/discomfort to pick up the phone and call my brother ON HIS FREAKING BIRTHDAY?!
What’s there to be afraid of? That he’ll be pissed at me for not coming to his wedding, for not calling sooner, for getting his birthday wrong?
What if his wife who hates my family picks up?
It’s been years since I’ve seen him. I miss him so much.
I just hope I don’t burst out in tears when he answers.
I want to be able to drive myself to the beach every night and watch the sunset
I’m not one for sharing my writing.
It actually scares the hell out of me.
I don’t know why, I think it’s because I’m so self-critical on it that I believe everyone else will be too, or maybe because everyone expects everything I write to be amazing.
I’m trying to get over this fear, so I’m posting a little part of a poem I wrote a week ago, though I’m not sure how much that will help.
You drink your tea
And I drink mine
Why can’t we both drink together?
Like two strangers in a bar.