Nothing is worse to see in myself than being a pessimist. But its so hard to pressure yourself to be happy. So let's be genuine:
i love my young, troubled sister
rosie's soft, short hair
the rain against the roof
my father's clothes
bri's sexual guidance
listening to music and not knowing the artist
painting for shitz
the first bite of brownie
seeing other people's boobs
having a bronze stomach
watching consecutive episodes of a 90's show
70's clothing
wearing glasses before bed
hugs from boys
ice cream on wednesdays
singing softly to myself
watching people kiss
dancing my own dance moves
humid summer evenings
salty hair
reading back in my diary
getting rides from friends
understanding
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