So, maybe I’m still a kid. I still enjoy celebrations and I still enjoy the little thrills.
I still like to laugh a lot and procrastinate and derp around doing nothingreallywhyisthereaproblem.
I still like to wear raggy clothes.
I still like balloons and candies and toys.
I still like drawing stick figures and trees and flowers.
I still play with my hair when it’s all soapy and sudsy and I make myself look like a shark.
I still talk to myself inside the toilet.
I still eat and get messy and get ketchup stains on my shirt and shorts.
I still can’t get my make up right.
I still like to make rhymes and stories and poems.
I still cry.
I still pout.
I still like to giggle at green jokes and point at silly people on the street.
I still sit on pavements and rocks and sidewalks and wherever-the-hell-I-can.
I still get scared.
I still make mistakes and still stumble on my own feet.
I still like to think my mom and dad are still around to hold my hand wherever I go.
I still like to think I can noogie my brother into doing what I want.
And I still like to greet myself, for overcoming all the obstacles and shit that Life has thrown my way. You’re awesome. #selflove