WHEN YOU’RE LEANING OFF YOUR BED TO GRAB SOMETHING AND YOU TRY TO GET BACK UP ONLY REALIZE YOU’VE LEANED TO FAR AND THERE’S JUST THAT FEELING OF SHAME AS YOU LET YOUR BODY SLIDE OFF THE BED BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T PULL YOURSELF BACK UP IN TIME
mine is more like an unceremonious flop to the ground..
Sometimes I wish I was that girl from the past. The one who couldn’t take her nose out of a good book—for any reason—but still have time for the little things: like sleep. I wish I was that girl who didn’t notice most people—especially boys—and the ones she did, she avoided because she believed they were too good for her. Most of all, I miss that girl who didn’t know how it felt to love and have it ripped away. At least that girl had her dreams.