October 29, 2006
It's going to be hard to love me. The way I sometimes stare until it clicks. The way I let my last two toenails chip before I gather the materials for new paint. The way I count calories to run them away. The smile when I frustrate a simple move. The head hanging when I can't make a decision. The way I take from his beer bottle, give back, and do the innocent look. When I change into my glasses at night. The way I disliked to be touched at a certain temperature. But someone will bypass all that. Right?