Coded a blog with my bare hands. Wrote about heartbreak. Did it because a boy I liked two years ago did it, so I did it too. I miss the way I used to like people.
I cried so hard in the park, everyone cleared out slowly. Then if that wasn't enough, a large acorn fell from a tree, if that wasn't enough a second one fell as soon as I began to question it and if that wasn't enough all the sparkles in the sky that you can't normally see revealed themselves. And through Bear (a text right then) who said I Love You, the world loved me. I thanked God, or Bear, that the world could love me because I hardly think I am me right now. If I am me, I don't want to admit to it.
A friend of mine gave me a psychic reading for my cat (Bug), and she loves flowers. She's not afraid of death. She wants her own water fountain too. And she's so excited to watch me grow. She doesn't want me to be afraid of her dying because she's just happy to be here and it's only just the beginning. She knows all my secrets. And why I cry. And she thinks I'm beautiful.