Tuesday, February 7, 2012
It is not just inadequate. It's downright crappy. A disclaimer to people (or rather, my friends) that I am the worst sort of person to count on. Raised by wolves. I need baggier and bigger clothes. Adding layers and let them judge what I contrived. Pretending to be the boy I am not. Outwardly androgynous (if only my face was more accommodating) but I wish the awkward phase that everything is in right now would get over and done soon. Talking about the face, I think I have finally grown into mine. The face I was meant to have.I wish I could talk to you because you're the person who knows everything. (I think my mind keeps going back to you, because of the constant reminders almost everyday). How do I begin to fix everything? Including you.Labels: When you know you count
