I am...me. a big mixture of so many things. I think...about things over and over again in my head after they happen. I can't just let them go. I replay them again over and over again wondering what I could do differently. I know...that Marcus and I were meant to find each other. I want...to go back to Hawaii. and to be a good cook. I have...so many things to be grateful for. I wish...I didn't compare myself with others, or get jealous. I hate...going to work everyday. and sitting there bored when I have so many better things to be doing. I miss...being in school. I fear...being alone. I feel...hopeful. I hear...Ben Kweller, my printer, and someone on the telephone. I smell...everything. I search...to know what I should be doing with my time right now. I wonder...why my feet are always cold. or why it had to snow already. I regret...quitting piano lessons. I love...so many things. Marcus. My family. My friends. and finding a blog I really like and reading it backwards all the way to the beginning. I care...what people think about me. Even if that is sometimes a bad thing. I always...read nutrition facts. It's just who I am. I am not...an optimist. (I'm working on it). I believe...that there is a plan for each of us. I work to have faith to believe that even while I sometimes might not understand it. I dance...poorly. and when I am alone. I sing...to Marcus. He tells me to stop, but I know he likes it. I don't...like to feel out of control. I write...when I am confused, upset, sad and angry. and then I usually delete it. I win...games that have to do with luck, not skill. I lose...every single time I play Ticket to Ride with Marcus. I never...like to be the center of attention or put on the spot. Especially in front of big groups. I listen...to my friends. I can usually be found...either at work or with Marcus. I am scared of...quitting. or failing. I read...in phases. Sometimes I'm into it and sometimes I'm not. I am happy about...so many things. Mostly my life, and all of the good things in it.
I tag: Jamiejo. Tierra. Tara. April. and anyone else who wants to do it. I don't know who will do this.




