yellow, i'm cold.

So again it's me, typing away at the keyboard.
too early to be late

but too late to acomplish anything.
(anything mentionable at least)


But this is the time when I check up on my favorite strangers, that I know tons about.
I read all their statuses and posts and blogs, that they think no one ever looks at.

Because if they break down and they think no one cares, I want to prove them wrong.

And just because I want to be friends with them, but I'm,
that girl
in the corner
with the book.

and my corner and my book is my safe place.

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Yellow.

This has become my codeword for my boyfriend.
ohh shivers. I rarely call him 'my' boyfriend. He deserves more than that silly title,

he deserves more than me.

Maybe if I could sing and had a slim waist I might be good enough.
Just him admitting how incredible and beautiful he is would suffice though,

because then I could leave him with my heart in peace.

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I day dream about decorating my future house.
I want it to be an old victorian, and then I'll decorate eclectic/gothic, I want tinted glass, odd dishes, no t.v, and cherry wood floors.

I day dream about working my ass off in collage and visiting coffee places and taking pictures with my cool friends and turning in papers. Essentially, doing something with myself.

and I day dream about dropping my book and walking away from my corner
(or being pulled away)







Whichever works for you.