dear the colors never change diary,
lined up on my shelf perfectly, it is hard to decide exactly which bottle to choose- which one is the color i want to paint my nails this time? which will best reflect my coming mood? it is hard to predict how i will feel tomorrow- or how i will feel in an hour. my mood doesn't change that often- that isn't what i mean- it's just hard to know how i will react when people around me can be so mean. i am really glad i was born when i was because i would have missed out on so much- the times have changed into faster form and now that i am all grown up- i can appreciate what i had as a child and the serenity of my youth- and choosing out a color for my nails brings back the simpleness of a flavorless task- and what seems so meaningless to others- brings such peace to my inner soul that truly does seem to last. until it is time to paint them again- and pick a new color out- then i go through it all over again and still- they will be red.
lined up on my shelf perfectly, it is hard to decide exactly which bottle to choose- which one is the color i want to paint my nails this time? which will best reflect my coming mood? it is hard to predict how i will feel tomorrow- or how i will feel in an hour. my mood doesn't change that often- that isn't what i mean- it's just hard to know how i will react when people around me can be so mean. i am really glad i was born when i was because i would have missed out on so much- the times have changed into faster form and now that i am all grown up- i can appreciate what i had as a child and the serenity of my youth- and choosing out a color for my nails brings back the simpleness of a flavorless task- and what seems so meaningless to others- brings such peace to my inner soul that truly does seem to last. until it is time to paint them again- and pick a new color out- then i go through it all over again and still- they will be red.
