It is two in the morning and I can’t sleep.
I am laying in bed dreaming of you beside me.
Dreaming of your warmth and of your lips against mine.
Film Photo By: Donovan Rees
Richmond Park, SW London
Hasselblad 500c/m, Ilford HP5, home-developed in Kodak HC-110
It is a known fact that I talk and talk and talk.
It is a known fact that it doesn’t take much to make me cry, I can listen to the boy with glasses singing and it pours out of me, I can be happy and tears continue to fall.
It is a known fact that I am petrified of the dentist.
The other day, the boy with glasses and I were brushing our teeth. And when I finished, as I was rinsing and spitting, I started to tell him about how my teeth were sensitive since I went to the dentist to get my big two cavities filled.
As I was finishing my ‘story’, I started crying. And I said ‘I don’t like the dentist’.
The boy with glasses laughed at me.
(He usually does when I cry about silly things)
He laughed at me because I was telling him something about my teeth and started crying because of the dentist.
Dating me has got to be the most ridiculous thing.
I just had the greasiest supper I’ve ever eaten and it was soooo good in my tummy but dang I gotta eat healthier.