Carlson.
I'm a hippie at heart.
When I was six I wanted to be Jane Goodall.
I've always had social anxiety.
I'm obsessive compulsive.
My boyfriend says I'm Monica on FRIENDS.
I pick at my lips until they bleed.
I have trouble sleeping.
I love my boyfriend cos he's fucking hot.
Sometimes he's a wang.
I'm going to work for the World Food Programme.
I want to save a gajillion babies.
And I so badly want to play tag with a monkey in Africa.
MY TEETH ARE TOO BIG FOR THE SIZE OF MY MOUTH.
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doing nothing with my lovahs,
hide & seek, meadows,
hippie sun dresses, Ayuba,
Planet Earth on the Discovery channel,
drinking kool-aid out of wine glass,
playing dress up & tire swings,
flailing, proper spelling,
when my song comes on the radio,
stummy butterflies & forest adventures,
ridiculous road trips, writing,
laughing so hard my whole face hurts,
painting in black & white, daisies,
saving worms, slumber parties,
Sundance Ranch & singing really loud,
realizing I have a few more hours left to sleep,
when people fall & Christmas lights,
shaking my heiny, hearing rain outside,
how T-rav calls me as soon as he leaves my house
&&& AFRICA.
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factory farms, being selfish,
parties, child soldiers,
my insomnia & missing Meghan,
being pansed in public, coffee,
my dry skin, night terrors,
yelling, how Airdrie stole Prissy,
blushing & shaving my legs,
cramps, watching an animal suffer,
waiting to get married to my babe-alicious,
waiting to finish my degree & go to Darfur,
waiting
&&& FUCKING GLOBAL WARMING.