it's getting worse.
I'm losing everything.
too many things that are missing, and are missed.
is slowly drowning me but I've learned to breathe underwater.
it gets hard sometimes, I have to constantly think about breathing to breathe.
I used to sleep with my hands across my chest, thinking that I'm Juliet, pretending to be dead, for the love of my life. and yes, indeed, I was almost fourteen.
and I starved myself for 2 whole days that summer, because I had a date with my first boyfriend. I read a lot of romance novels, and it made me become a woman. Being able to picture myself making out with a boy, isn't that what becoming a woman is all about?
oh Romeo, please find my keys, bones, shoe, (yes, just one) and old fashion romance and bake me cupcakes.