August 1, 2011

sometimes I wonder...

...the weirdest things.

Like why is it that I can wake up crying? This happened awhile back and I was probably having a weird dream or something but I distinctly remember waking up with tears on my pillow. 

Or why is it that my handwriting changes depending on the pen/pencil/paper I'm using or the mood I'm in? Do I have moody hands too?

Or why do we have to remember the bad things that happen to us so well? I'd love to remember each and every detail of my childhood birthday parties over the glory days of middle school.

Or why is it that I can only write at night? When I'm supposed to be asleep?

Okay, so this now seems like a psychology class introduction. Nevermind. I'll just let my mind wander instead of wonder.

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