SIMPLE

I’m a simple girl of simple needs. Sure, Hollyhood has had it’s bullshit influences but I need little more than a morning of dim sum and an afternoon curled up with a good book and my favorite jasmine tea to live happily ever after. I am as transparent as you want me to be. I am flexible enough, accommodating enough, easy enough to be who you need me to be. Because I am fulfilled by the simple things in life - a sunny day, clean socks, gas in my car - I have created a personality malleable enough to adhere to what it is you need so that you too can be happy.

It’s been one of those days - I want to skydive from 12,000 feet high and scream “FUCK THIS,” all the while realizing the irony that my words are lost amongst the wind. Much like this blog - an otherwise unheard voice, still desperately wishing to be recognized, to be listened to, to be appreciated.

If not by you, by who?

The emotional toll of this last week has been close to unbearable. How much longer before I snap? Before I walk away?

I’m a simple girl of simple needs. Tell me you love me. Give me room to spread my wings and fly. Indulge me in a 30minute conversation devoid of social networking and distractions. Smile for me. These are the small things that help me heal. That remind me why I fell in love in the first place.

Push, and I shall go.