Why do I feel so giddy? I've been reeling aronud all day, laughing but I don't mean it, smiling fakely. I feel happy. I guess. I'm not sure. I jump to do what ever my parents tell me, as if to mask something I'm doing wrong. But am I doing anything wrong? I don't think I am. Maybe my subconcious is. I don't know. There's a pot of red dyed onions sputtering on the stove. My dad is vacuuming the linolium. My cat is clawing the window. Why me? Why life? . Rosie.
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