I'm an insomniac. But sometimes, if your eyelashes aren't scratching the pillow, I sleep.
I eat with my hands.
I'm scared of the dark.
I have terrible balance.
I fall. A lot.
And tend to want things I can't have. A lot. That's pretty much my downfall most of the time.
I'm terrified of measuring up short, being inadequate. Or maybe the possibility that I am capable of making magic, but haven't made much, is the real problem.
I enjoy awkward moments.
And right now I feel sort of sick thinking about the bigger picture of my little life in this beautiful world of ugly people.
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