bananas.
long readings for long classes.
people who sneer.
that scary story i heard when i was little about the man under the bed licking the girl's hand, all the while she thinks it's her pup.
the fact that i cannot draw.
that i ever stopped playing the fiddle.
seeing the **** silhouette of  some unidentifiable female's back and knowing if she was not there, i'd be able to see your face, your nose, your eyes.
that it doesn't rain every day.
flossing.
that i sometimes feel incapable of utilizing my vocal cords.
that i don't sing as loud as i'd like to.
realizing after i've finished my cigarette that i was sitting next to a pregnant friend.
the fact that  i have pregnant friends.
that i tend to feel stuck everywhere i go after just a few short months.
that someone tried convincing me i was missing out because i do not own heels.
that people are mean to each other.
that i want so badly to make something tangible out of my thoughts, my words, but feel comfortable with no one to collaborate.
i can't play the guitar anymore.
that "anymore" was in that statement.
that i feel it is detrimental to my existence to be around certain people that i rarely see and when i do they make me so sad, but i still want them there more than most others.