Facebook Notes.

Every time that I've logged on to facebook this week, I've seen that at least two people have posted "notes" with a subject "stolen from (at least two other people). In these notes they answer a bunch of questions about themselves...which somehow, even though I should have been reading about Martin Luther, or remembering how to conjugate verbs in French, or studying Spanish vocab...I wrote a note of my own.

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Maybe you don't know that I like my eyes better when they are green

That I'm self conscious about my feet,

That sometimes I wish I couldn't remember my dreams.

Maybe you don't know that I feel trapped under a mask,

That the Jennifer you know is not the Jennifer I know

And the Jennifer I know isn't completely who I want to be.

Which Jennifer does God know?

Maybe you don't know that I wish I could wear orange

It's bright but natural, its fun, it makes me happy.

It also makes me look like I'm about to puke.

Do you know that I'd rather you hate me than be disappointed in me?

You probably know at least one of my languages

Like cough, and cough cough, and 10 and 9, maybe even FSC.

Tomato?

And you probably know that I have this thing about perfect

about wrinkled sheets, and folding clothes and writing notes.

I like to make my food look nice too.

Do you know that sometimes I skip down the hallway?

Maybe you know my thoughts on communicating:

I hate to make phone calls, but I need to hear your voice.

I like it when your eyes talk to me, or your touch.

No-matter-what I need to know what you are thinking.

Maybe you know that my favourite dinner is turkey

But sometimes I love macaroni and cheese

and sometimes I just want what you made when I was small.

Maybe you know that I sleep with the window open

And I love to feel sand and grass and even sometimes mud between my toes,

And I love to sit and sip my tea, cozy in a corner with the glow of candles,

And I love to watch the clouds, the stars, and the endless black or blue.

Maybe you know that I love dew-covered spider webs

And flowers that pop up in the strangest places.

I love to lie on the forest floor and look up through the trees.

I love the forest.

I love it when I can smell the ocean.

It makes me forget my anxiety.

It makes me feel at home.

It makes me feel alive.

It makes me feel

me.