you know it's time for bed when you start wallowing in self pity.

i've been giving out alot of comfort hugs lately. Though i don't get hugged back.

i want a hug too. =/

that kid

Sometimes cliches are there not because they're overused but because they're the most routine things.
Ever realise that the most cliched things are the best things to do?

It occurred to me recently that i'm one of those kids who does cliched things.

-standing in front of the mirror practicing how to smile
-going out to look for rainbows when it rains. Or, waltzing in the rain just because.
-sitting in the hot shower
-lies down in a field to look at the sky. Grass is nice to sleep on.
the list extends.

I don't want to use sleep as a form of escapism though i'm already a master escapist.
Somehow i keep feeling the need to talk to someone, anyone. Rather, there's this gap i need to fill but no matter what i do, i can't seem to fill this void. why.

--that kid who literally stops and smells the roses.

just tell me how to do it and i will. I mean, i want to do it, i just don't know how to. tell me.