Sometimes, I look in the mirror and the person staring back isn’t me. There’s a sparkle in her eye when she laughs. She has a bright smile too. She’s beautiful, and happy. That couldn’t possibly be me, because I know I’m nothing more than broken and sad. I could watch that happy girl for hours, just wishing to be free.
I am absolutely craving pasta right now. I’ve been eating quite a lot of it since I started living on my own. It’s just so tasty. To cook it just right is quite a challenge. I have to stand there and wait approximately 10 to 20 minutes for the water to boil. Then I have to wait more and more. It seems like such a long period of time passes as I wait for the pasta to cook. All I want to do is eat it. I want to slide it into a tupperware container and rub butter all over it. I want to consume the buttery goodness, so warm and fresh. I love the way pasta makes me feel full for a good amount of time. Unlike the food they serve at the dining hall. The barely give me enough to hold me over. I want my pasta.
Rain makes me happy. It just makes everything quite beautiful afterwards. I love the way it feels on my skin, even if it’s an evil drop that falls from a tree when it isn’t really raining anymore. I love the way it sounds as it hits my window. I love the sight of gray clouds. I’ve found that it’s bad to wear long pants and flip-flops during a storm. Puddles are everywhere. I wish I could go out and photograph the rain without damaging my camera. I want to capture the way I see rain so I can look back on it and feel the warmth inside that it gives me at any time. I just love the rain and everything that comes with it.