I have been making lots
of pie charts lately by tracing the bottom of my water bottle and then charting things out. I like looking at my perfect circles; mostly because it makes me feel like I have control over something.
I am so confused by everything. I am confused at what I did wrong and why she seems to be so bothered by me lately. I am confused at why my body seems to hate me and what on earth the point of logarithms even is. I am confused at why I can't use "I," "Me," and "My" in an academic research paper. I am confused at why my mother won't let me wear Kaitlyn's t-shirt every day for the rest of my life. I am confused at why I have to shave my legs or sleep or speak French in French class. I am confused at why I can't seem to make up my own mind.
One thing, however, is for sure: When he changed keys, I knew I was in love.
All my love,