where to start..
everything you need to know about me is in my eyes. all the pain i’ve felt, topped with all the times i’ve felt that things are finally turning out okay.
Like right now, for example. Mom’s making turkey bacon while my dad is off somewhere, in the bathroom, in the study; just somewhere.
and i’m here, just contemplating what’s going to happen next. i can’t predict the future, i don’t have many supernatural things about me, but i always try, even if it ends up in failure.
because i hold my expectations up to high, and basically set myself up for disappointment.
