i like this.

i like not wearing matching socks and not washing my hair and sticking my thumbs into my earlobes and eating pepperoni/cream cheese toast and singing to myself while someone's talking to me and hoping that as i'm walking down the street someone i know will honk or wave at me and falling madly in love with every semi-handsome guy that i see in public and pinning things to my walls and making things with wire and not wearing socks and spending half an hour on my hair to make it look like i just rolled out of bed and lifting my eyes up to see what i would look like with botox and pulling over on the side of the road so i can pick a cotton branch thingy to hand-spin yarn and good films and putting cream in my tea and belting out to songs in the car because my mom can't hear me and missing you and smoking cigarettes and being drunk and wrestling with boys and being relationship free and hope and love and wishes and dave matthews band and disney movies and cover songs and cell phone charms and cooking pasta.

i know what kind of mother and woman i want to be, i just wish i knew who i want to be right now.