Sometimes I become an interpretive dancer when listening to music and washing
my dishes.
Small
things in nature can take my breath away and I cry, or get spontaneously
passionate.
I wish I
could kiss every person in the world at least once.
I watch people
and imagine what it would be like to know them.
I crave
more attention than I deserve but run from it when I get more than I can handle.
I feel whole
when someone opens up to me about themselves.
I dance with
my eyes closed letting the music lead me .
I think
children are the best people on earth.
I am always
afraid of someone thinking bad of me.
I hate that
I care what people think.
Sometimes I
run from things to avoid confronting the pain of hurting someone.
My self esteem
is at war with itself.
I am
confident and yet body dysmorphic all at one time.

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