Figuring out Tumblr one day at a time

Personal bio

Sometimes I feel like a blanket that's been folded the wrong way. You know. When you want to fold it and make it neat, but at one point you make a wrong fold. Maybe one side is too short and one too long, maybe a corner is sticking out. But you're too lazy, or too in a hurry to fix it, maybe you just want to fold it to be done. So you fold it again, and again, this time correctly, in order to hide the one bad fold. You hide it, eventually, and set it on your bed or couch and it looks fine on the outside and you can go about your day. But inside is that one incorrect fold, and you know it's there, resting beneath the outside layers. It doesn't bother you as long as it's not on the outside, but it's there.

I'm gonna draw, I'm gonna sing, I'm gonna make flower wreaths, I will do my school work, I will research this, Let's bake a cake, I should exercise, I will start this game, I will visit this place, I will lose weight, I will organize my bedroom, I will clean, I want to go for a walk, I'll take a nap, I'll order a camera, take hundreds of pictures, I'll pick flowers I'll I'll will will will will.