Alone

It's not that I miss him.

I miss holding a hand that held mine.
I miss the whispered, "I missed you."
I miss the airtight hugs when we say goodbye.
I miss kissing.
I miss having a boy like me enough to risk my flaws and go for it.
And I really miss that I used to be missed.

I really do......

Confidence

How do they expect me to have self-confidence...

When they don't even have the confidence in me?

Well...

No one new likes me. I don't like me. The only people who like me are the people who liked me when I liked me. Which I don't really anymore. I don't like it. Why do they?

Tomorrow

When tomorrow turned into yesterday, I realized I should do something about it.

But I don't think I know what.

Secret Sunday: 3

I'm only just realizing that this isn't temporary.

I can't expect you to save me anymore.

Here

Dream

Imagine this:

An East Coast town with a strong arts community.

You and me.

An art gallery with a cafe connected on the right. -->

That we own.

We can bake and curate and do art.

It's my dream.

Please say you love it.

Here

Yes

I love it when the staff workers ana a customer at a store help me convince my dad to buy me something.
All because I said, "Come on, dad. It's just one, little, innocent pen."