Today I did these things:
Walked.
Jumped.
Began to cry.
Forced myself not to cry.
Smiled.
Wished that I could be my plane without being glared at as if there was more to me “than meets the eye.”
I actually can’t stop smiling.
I wish I could stop.
But I keep laughing and I hate it.
I want to be an airplane. Crash into the floor.
Hm, I’m not pretty, and don’t you dare tell me I am.
-Katie.