I’m not entirely sure what falls under the category of being your average 15-year old. But I find joy in sneezing-I find passion in between the lines of literature-I find a longing within me to end world hunger-I find myself content with the handful I surround myself with every other day- and I find love along with fuzzyness and all things sugary within my special someone.
Ergo? I’ve found every reason in the world to wake up smiling (monday mornings included)
