Some days the cold air stings my skin all the way to my heart. I know I have a heart, not because some Yale doctor told me that "yep you most definitely have got a heart inside you" No. I know because I feel it, it beats faster when your near me and it feels all too slow when you're gone.
Why can't I fast forward till the day when my heart dosen't sting like it is right now. Buzz buzz buzz, get theese bees away from me. I can't take it anymore.
I'm the youngest in my family and along with that comes the talkitive-ness. As Dr. Kevin Leeman put it, the youngest is the charmer. I've been an only child since my brother left, and I have nobody to talk to. Sure I can tell my friends what I feel, but they don't want to hear about my lungs filling up with water and slowly drowning me in my mind because I overthink and I can't help it.
Sincerely, Paislee Jane
