everyone wants to be impressive.
well, this is me unimpressive.
i am an open book so it seems.
if youi ask me, i will, on most occasions,
tell you straight and plain.
but i wont lie that sometimes i do
candy coat those pretty truths.
opinions are important to have
but when it comes down to it
the only approval of opinion you need... is your own.
these words dont compair,
and these photographs i take...
are One beauty in the rolls and rolls of 24 and 36 terrible ones.
but i am ok with that.
it is worth the dissapointment
to find one special excitment in it all.
i live for the little good that is
sometimes so hard to find.
i take things too seriously sometimes,
but i am ok with that.
it reassures me that i do care about the little things.
i am not honest enough to the person
whom i title the most important.
i love my family so much
yet i dont make time to spend with them
or even when i do have time... i spend it alone.
why do i contradict so often?
i am a hypocrate
but i justify myself with the masses.
masses and masses that are the same
i compair myself to the magnificently beautiful,
the amazingly talented,
the extraordinary thinkers, the incredible artists..
way too much... and im not really ok with that,
besides the face that it pushes me to progress.
i am ok with being plain jane..
i have enough incredible friends who i dont need to impress.
i like the color teal, so much so that my walls are painted that lovely shade of blue.
is it vanity looking in mirrors when you pass them?
or is it only reassurance that i am not
as ugly as i may feel inside on that particular day.
my favorite part about going to the bathroom
is washing my hands and seeing the dirt consumed water
wash down that drain, and
i waste way too many paper towels.
i am more relaxed than i am tired.
i like being in terrible moods sometimes because
i find it relieving that i am still
just fine when im not pretending to be happy all the time.
i do not hide emotion well..
if im sad or angry, you can see it in these brown eyes.
yet i have to explain myself when i dont say much or when i am just observing...
i am not very opinionated when it comes to politices or major world issues
and i am ok with that for the time being.
i like keeping an open mind about things im not well informed about.
if we dont get our opinions from parts of other opinions...where do they really come from?
i eat scrambled eggs with cheese way too much because
it is the only thing i know how to make well.
i think about cutting my hair often but i probably wont.
i talk a lot more than i do with the plans in my life... and im working on changing that.
i am easily irritated some days
and some days when i have coffee it makes me really happy.
i dont change my bed sheets very often... but i dont really have
a reason to besides the occasional funky smell.. seeing
as how i dont drool or have sex.
in book stores.. i look for books whose cover catch my eye...
i guess you could say i judge books by the cover.
the only times i really cry are in my car.
or talking to my mom, and even then,
i dont know how to sob anymore... or i just havent had a good enough reason.
sitting there unimpressed... i dont mind at all...
