Sometimes, I wonder why.

sometimes i go into stores and try on make up. just for fun

sometimes i listen to the same song over and over and over for hours at a time

sometimes i wish that i didnt live in this city

sometimes i stay in bed all day and watch tv on dvd boxsets

sometimes i take photos of things that are just boring to other people. these things tend to make me smile

sometimes i put on a party dress, just to feel pretty

sometimes i hang out with my 5 year old cousin and play pirates and bad guys.

sometimes i sit and look through my old photos, and suddenly its 3 hours later

sometimes i get so busy i forget to eat

sometimes i need to remind myself that there are other people in the world that have it alot worse off than i do.

sometimes i pretend there is someone talking to me on my cell phone when i want to avoid awkward situations

sometimes i wish things were simpler

sometimes i want to yell at people who dont use proper english. {dis and dat are not words.}

sometimes i spend way to much time watching reality television

sometimes i like to go to the zoo with little people just to watch their faces when they talk to the animals.

sometimes i text him to much

sometimes i miss her so much that i go and sit at her grave and cry. sometimes that makes me feel better. sometimes it doesnt.

sometimes i pretend i am a famous singer and i turn up the radio as loud as i can and sing

sometimes i sit at a coffee shop with one coffee for 3 hours. reading my book or writing in my journal

sometimes i get in my car and just drive. without a destination

sometimes i write in my journal things that i will never tell anyone else, even though i wish that i could

sometimes i have such vivid dreams that when i wake up im confused as to why they didnt really happen after all

sometimes i get mad

sometimes i wish i had a husband that i could come to after a long day at work and just cuddle into. someone that wouldnt mind doing the dishes or cooking the dinner or watching girlie moveis because he loved me so much that he was willing to do things that sometimes he didnt want to do.

sometimes i walk around this place and wonder when i will escape it

sometimes i get big ideas about all the wonderful things i could make if only i had the time

sometimes i wear sexy underwear to work. just to feel pretty

sometimes i sit on the internet and get lost in the magic of other peoples lives

sometimes i write letters to strangers and leave them in places all over the city. just little notes of encouragement, and sometimes even my secrets.

sometimes i wish i was back in high school. most the time i dont

sometimes i dream i could give up my day job and become a professional photographer and travel the world just taking photos of things that make me happy.

sometimes i get all 'big picture' on myself and wonder about the meaning of the universe and whether there are such things as soul mates.

sometimes i wake up in the morning and feel like baking

sometimes i forget to tell you i love you, but i always do

sometimes i wish