The only reason I stick around, I sit & hope your show is coming to town.

I can't wait 'til I can join in with real life again. I'm aching not to put this all away, but I am planning planning. I am sad, and have been searching for a picture of us. I am also panicking, and flittering fussing, trying to learn so badly, but I can't concentrate on anything but daydreams, but I have to get something right. I'm holding out my hopes. I'm stupid like that, hoping hoping.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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