others become memories

others become memories

Monday, September 7, 2009

i wish you could give me wings

my name is stephanie elizabeth.
this is not alaska.
I grew up in a small town, but then I moved.
I don't know what I am doing with my life because it has changed so much this year.
I am dependent on people, but I don't really like them that much.
I don't know much about myself, but I know this much.
I am the following things:
canadian,
european,
small,
creative,
challenging,
inquisitive,
eccentric,
bewildered by the way people interact with one another,
confused. completely and utterly confused.

I like the following things:
learning,
reading,
writing,
candles,
baking brownies for people,
chasing people down busy streets,
spinning in circles,
chasing birds,
a boy named edgar who is weird like me but so self-conscious.
james ryan roberts,
knowing what is happening instead of being worried for the worst.


1 comment:

Ry said...

i'm the first commentererer c:

i love you very much and i think that you are extraordinary. thank you for putting up with me being weird <3

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