Monday, June 24, 2013

I'm not really funny- not really- people just don't know what to besides laugh when I try speaking.
Feel free to love me. I don't mind.
Late at night, when the house is quiet, I find a happy place with my computer, a blanket, and maybe a snack. 
My mom is probably the nicest nobody I've ever met.
Maybe everyone just needs a good nap. Or a hug. Or maybe a group sing along.
My music taste committed suicide a long time ago. Along with my sense of humor.
So summer vacation is basically a constant struggle of trying to keep a normal human being's sleep schedule.