It's Hard to Find Yourself It's hard to find yourself sometimes. I mean, I feel like bits of me are hiding. Here and there, in hearts of others, in little crevices of old houses' kitchen floors. Even in the Earth beneath your's and my feet. I really want to find myself, because, well...Maybe I'm not sure, but I do, I really do. Sometimes I think people have parts of me, but they don't want to give them back, even if they don't realize it themselves. Sometimes I think I'll never find myself. I mean, like I can't hardly find my ass with both hands. How am I supposed to find a whole person? But then I think how nice it'll be to finally know... ...Me! So maybe I'll just keep searching. I'll make new friends on the way, I'm sure. Maybe it wont be so hard after all.
Love Like HeroinLoveIs like heroin.If you survive the first dose, you're addicted for life.
Colouring my FaceEvery part of him makes me melt.His scars.His frowns.His great brain.His creased forehead.His harsh, hurtful words.His beautiful, slow chuckle.And this makes me realize what the word crush means.You hurt me every time you look away from my smile.Because you see me as the naïve, giggly idiot.But, Im not.I promise Im not.I see things you wouldnt expect.Like how our teacher bites her cheek when shes irritated.And how the two girls on the other side of the room stare at you in class.How you get frustrated with things and cross your legs.I notice things that no one does.Im not dumb.Im honestly not dumb: Im smarter than what people think.I see you.Everything that makes you special.Things that make me melt.So, see me too.Look at the things that make me different from other girls.Just see me too.