Listening to: the killers
Feeling: crampy
i am not: perfect
i hurt: in my joints
i love: kelly
i hate: how selfish i am
i fear: losing my loved ones
i hope: i can get a job
i hear: music
i crave: brownies
i regret: eating breadsticks
i cry: less than i used to
i care: about everyone
i always: complain
i long to: make people smile
i feel alone: in my car
i listen: to my friends
i hide: um, in my closet? jk
i drive: everyday
i sing: everyday
i dance: EVERY FRIGGIN MOMENT OF EVERY DAY
i write: this thing
i breathe: air
i play: music
i miss: friends
i search: for freedom
i learn: something new every day (how cliche)
i feel: crampy
i know: fluent spanish
i say: my breath smells like garlic breadsticks
i succeed: at failing (ooh good one)
i fail: at succeeding (touche)
i dream: of becoming something
i sleep: at night (dur)
i wonder: why some of my friends are sad
i worry: about my friends
i have: a puppy
i give: my all
i fight: with my siblings (but who doesnt)
i wait: for freedom
i need: to rest
i am: a dancer
SCARY
IAM VANESSA
i'm not your effing mommy.
[jess]