#16.

everybody seems to be looking for that someone, "someone". feelings make things complicated. why, why can't we all just be happy and realize our own happiness in ourselves?

(but secretly, i'm scared of being alone too.)

packing up my life in brown cardboard boxes, rescued from the depths of my concrete basement. wiping off the dust gathered over the spaces containing residues of me for the last eight months. listening to athlete on loop, pretending like i have good taste in music when all i really want to do is blast justin bieber from the top of my lungs.

i don't want to leave. because everywhere i look, i see ghosts of me and i think it's kind of romantic. the march me was sitting on that moldy old green couch and twisting my hands anxiously while watching patrick chan skate for the 2010 winter olympics.

it drains me.

hello, bubble bath and bieber break.