June 12th:
Sometimes I think we're all trying to convert each other to our own personal religion. A religion of opinions.
June 11th:
The people in the ads sway their hips in time to the music on my iPod, as if they were made for each other.
June 10th
My firehose of a shower made my face numb as millions of droplets roamed up and down my face.
June 9th
I keep setting alarm clocks even though there's no reason. School aftertaste. Happy birthday to me.
June 8th
Discouragement just can't keep his hands off me.
June 7th
I know that tobacco kills you slowly, but love never had that warning label. Anyway, I'm sure I'll think of something. I always do.
June 6th
If minds were houses, mine would be the Weasley house: worn out, crooked, and held up by magic.
June 5th
A problem's not a problem if you refuse to acknowledge it, right?
June 4th
You don't know how precious you are. How could you know? They never told you how much they would miss you.
June 3rd
I think part of the makings of a good kiss is the sound your lips make when they pull apart. That little note of sweetness. If you don't have that, if the kiss is soundless, then it's almost like it didn't happen; it's easily forgotten.
June 2nd
Every time I get a bad memory, I physically shudder. One of these days, someone's bound to notice.
June 1st
Sometimes I wonder if I know anything about anything. I'm incredibly under qualified for everything, and I feel this overwhelming urge to be perfect in an instant. Excuse me while I go beat my inner critic with a stick.
