I ate a bag of raspberry ruffles today.
I watched his hair glow in the beaming sun today.
I made pretty things today.
I was calm today.
Today is still day.
But I am in my head not here.
But over there against that tree.
I ate a bag of raspberry ruffles
How did I only recognise raspberry is spelt with a p today
Golly gosh my
Today I woke up
Today I did
Today I saw pretty things
At least i looked at them in a pretty way
I think he is quite pretty
I hate that I feel this way,
What can I do really!
About this way that I feel about a boy.
A stupid boy.
Desarano an alcoholic beverage I assume
The fuck is that
I don't know any alcohol names I am so clueless
The vibes are so tired at work today I miss Emma.
I miss her energy.
Mnmmmnnn
Should I try talk
To him
Maybe
It's silly how when I was at a party last night and when I just about got him of my mind something was brought up that reminded me of him.
And he's so pretty I wish I would shutup
But I know I won't and unfortunately for him I will keep writing him stupid poems until he actually does notice me and then
Then when I will read them
Maybe ...
Actually no
I feel sad
But I feel mad that others are sad
Why am I so silly here sitting on the top of a toilet seat in a square box room typing on a rectangular light up device
Why how this is all so strange
My gosh I wish i could kiss his damn face.
Goodnight it's not night goodnight
All my love Evie xoxo
6:36pm
