“You’re not deep you’re not intellectual you’re not an artist you’re not a critic you’re not a poet you just have internet access.” ~ Amen to this

I had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, I would lay on my back on the trampoline for hours when I was upset. The sky at night is perfect, deep and beautiful and so much mystery.
I hate mornings, I can’t stand them, but I do enjoy the moment when I stumble into the shower half asleep, and the blast of hot water instantly wakes me up. I stand there letting it pound onto my shoulders and back, this is my favourite part of the morning. Five minutes when I don’t belong to anyone - not my parents not to school or work. Five minutes when I can collect my thoughts and prepare myself for what ever the day might throw at me.
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