I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for |
I wish everyone called me Madeline. I love driving around historic neighborhoods and looking at houses. I'm obsessed with Reese Witherspoon and Stevie nicks. I love/hate running. I fail at flirting. I blush really often for no reason. I'm 5ft + an eighth of an inch. I love singing and acting and my goal is to still say that when I'm 50. |
I’m sitting in my uncomfortable chair, at my red desk, with one leg propped up on my bed frame, and the other folded underneath me. It’s 2:00 a.m. and I’m nowhere near ready for bed. My mind is producing 10 thoughts per second. I don’t want this night to end. Maybe this isn’t true, but I feel like everything’s as simple as it’s gonna be for a while; then monday will be here and to be quite honest, I don’t know what to expect. I feel like so much of my certainty will fade quickly.
Now the foot that’s propped underneath me is falling asleep. I should do the same.
