Well, this question is incredibly stupid because I’d rather date someone I get along with and love, regardless of their financial status or level of attractiveness.
But, if I need to choose between the two……actually, no. Either choice makes me come off as shallow and an asshole so I’m not picking either.
My roommate is moving all of her stuff out of the room so please send positive vibes that I get this room all to myself next semester! I really don’t want to live with anyone tbh
January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.
February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.
April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.
April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.
May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.
June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.
Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.
Well, it’s not really all that interesting at all, if I’m going to be honest. I go to class, I go to rehearsals (not anymore because the show already happened, but still), I eat, I do homework, I watch movies, I read plays, I watch plays.
I sleep a heck of a lot. I try to listen to as much music as I can and appreciate the world around me. I try to see friends and let them know I care about them. As of late, I really only talk to Tyler and that’s okay. Sometimes it hurts, but it’s still okay.
I don’t know, I’m just an anxious/depressed theatre major trying her best to live life in the most fulfilling and least frightening type of way.