I don’t like colorful people cuz they can’t keep secrets, but I can keep many even if it hurts.
I don’t like people places or things cuz they tend to blur a lot.
I love a hot warm bowl of chicken noodle soup which heals my broken kind heart.
I need time for me to breathe and be on my own and then I‘ll be on my own in no time. I got my fragile red small heart broken into millions of pieces and I got lots of second big scoops of tiramisu ice cream instead. When I love then I love like big time cheddar and cheese sour onion dip cream baby and I want to stay forever even if sometimes you have to move on. I don’t want to feel like there is any competition from anyone or even my own mother? Strange right ? But I have to remember that she is the real adult in charge and people will think I’m strange that I don’t ever want that.