Rainy days were always my favorite. I adored the cold rain falling from the sky and blending with my tears so no one could tell I was crying. I love taking a spiral notebook out on my porch in the rain and having my own spill words onto the lines. Sometimes I would write, other times I would draw. I would draw pretty, thin girls with long hair and cigarettes. I would draw them smiling and crying at the same time. Because a smile is only a mask for how you really feel inside.
