Make mix tapes
Pick up Costco pictures
Clean room
Get film
Write paper on ISIS
Take your pictures off my wall
Sleep more
Write missionaries
Be in the same room as him
I owe so many people mix tapes.
But I'm already a mix tape
with a playlist made up of only one song you thought fit me so perfectly
that keeps playing over and over and over.
But I'm already a mix tape
with a playlist made up of only one song you thought fit me so perfectly
that keeps playing over and over and over.
Driving me mad.
And I cant take down your pictures or even think of a clean room
because I'm too busy picking up the crumbs of my heart
off my floor you so kindly dropped.
because I'm too busy picking up the crumbs of my heart
off my floor you so kindly dropped.
I have this anxiety that if I buy film I'll take pictures of the wrong things
and miss the moments that count the most.
The moments I'll wish I had captured when we are all scattered across the world
and miss the moments that count the most.
The moments I'll wish I had captured when we are all scattered across the world
and going to different colleges.
I can't write a paper on ISIS because 45% of me wants to watch
500 Days of Summer and Moulin Rouge.
And the rest of me just wants to read blogs all day
every day.
I can't seem to get enough sleep no matter what I do.
I keep finding myself rushing out the door to the next promise I made
or too exhausted to even sleep.
I tried googling it but Google doesn't get it.
I hate writing missionaries, at least these ones.
Because he makes me wish I was a sophomore again with no
responsibility or stress (besides learning to drive)
And he makes me cringe every time I think back to last year and the
goggles I had duct taped to my head.
And as stupid as this is, I can't stand being in the same room as you.
I know that makes me pathetic but I can't look at you with your smiley face
and pretend everything is okay. It's not okay.
You hurt me without even noticing.
Tessa Todd asked,
"have you tried letting go of somebody that's already let you go"
500 Days of Summer and Moulin Rouge.
And the rest of me just wants to read blogs all day
every day.
I can't seem to get enough sleep no matter what I do.
I keep finding myself rushing out the door to the next promise I made
or too exhausted to even sleep.
I tried googling it but Google doesn't get it.
I hate writing missionaries, at least these ones.
Because he makes me wish I was a sophomore again with no
responsibility or stress (besides learning to drive)
And he makes me cringe every time I think back to last year and the
goggles I had duct taped to my head.
And as stupid as this is, I can't stand being in the same room as you.
I know that makes me pathetic but I can't look at you with your smiley face
and pretend everything is okay. It's not okay.
You hurt me without even noticing.
Tessa Todd asked,
"have you tried letting go of somebody that's already let you go"
This is me. And I'm still trying.
I don't think I'll ever cross any of these off my list.
Maybe one day.
You go, girl. Loved this.
ReplyDelete*silently freaking out cause you quoted me* umm i loved this and i dont have words to say anymore but thank you.
ReplyDeleteMixtapes, yes.
ReplyDeleteI just had an idea. Mixtape assignment. Everyone brings in a mixtape and gives it to someone. Yes. Yes. Yes.
I love this post. Honestly way too relatable.
ReplyDeleteBe in the same room as him
Same.