selfskepticism

tomorrow i am going to wake up, and i am going to take a shower, and i am going to do my make up and get dressed and all of that business. and tomorrow morning i am going to try to change the way that i look at myself. tomorrow i am going to try to be okay with myself. and i am going to take compliments, and not make myself the butt of the joke. i am not going to be a new person, i am just going to be okay with the person that i am. no matter the way i am dressed. no matter the way i have done my hair. i am going to be okay with myself.

sometimes dennis and i are in my car, with the windows rolled down and the music up high. and we dance, and we laugh. other times i am in a friends apartment, with the lights low and the stereo blaring, and i hop up, and i plie to my heart’s content. i laugh and they laugh, and when it is all over everyone lays on the floor with stomach aches caused by enjoying life too much.

when you are dancing, everything isn’t so confusing. everything seems so simple.

boys and large cups of coffee on cool nights with theoretical conversations while the city is lit up with balls of light is utterly fantastic.