It’s wild because I hate that I am not myself most of the time and when I am myself I seem to be too much for others. It’s strange because life allows you to be a new person in one second. It’s awkward because over thinking exists and so do butterflies in your stomach. It’s uncomfortable because when you laugh you can either silence a room, or fill a silent room with laughter.
It’s Wild, Like a flower patch out of control with our minds expanding with new knowledge everyday, thinking about ourselves and others, and how we make them feel.
Are we flower patch kids,
am I one?
Are we as excited as we want to be? Are we nervous to turn off our phones because we will miss something? Or are we that insecure and want to make sure no one is speaking a certain way about us.