Just a little bit…
It’s a little bit funny that I swear so much.
I find it a little bit pathetic that I don’t do any work in class.
It’s a little bit scary that I don’t do anything.
It’s a little bit of a relief to look forward to something. A little bit sad, maybe, especially since it’s something that not many people would look forward to. But I like closing my eyes while I’m with her, and telling her everything. Just hearing her voice.
It could very well just be another voice in my head. But because I don’t see her, she’s not really there.
It’s a little bit nice that she won’t judge me, she won’t hate me, she won’t think I’m weird like everyone else.
Just a little bit weird, maybe.
I hope that she can help me want to rebuild everything.
I hope that she will help me want to paint again.
And I really hope that, if she can, you’ll all forgive me.
Even just a little bit…
Seventeen
If you really want to paint, get a canvass the next time you throw up and tell yourself you want to make it art. “Oooh, I do so much want to trace that…”
September 6th, 2007 at 11:57
jessy
hey this is tight….. as i read it , it felt like if it was me feeling everything you were saying, like if it had happen to me. i guess it has but i just couldn’t find the way to put it in words….. n u made it possible…..
October 3rd, 2007 at 02:55