2008
I feel most alive when…
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I feel most happy when I roll over in bed and see her.
I feel most hungry when I get off work and haven’t eaten since 1.
I feel most sad when I think about how far away my siblings are.
I feel most proud when I look at what I’ve accomplished in comparisson with the rest of the women in my family.
I feel most ashamed when I’m scared to be open about anything that has to do with my personal identity.
I feel most annoyed when my roommate leaves underwear in the bathroom.
I feel most angry when I see violations of human rights.
I feel most disgusted when I talk to psychotic Christians who want me to “pray the gay away.”
I feel most aggressive when I’m driving.
I feel most unhappy when I piss her off.
I feel most frisky when I know I can’t have her.
I feel most goofy when we’re tired and refuse to go to bed.
I feel most restricted by age.
I feel most funny when I get her to giggle without trying or tickling her.
I feel most regret for my mother.
I feel most scared when I can’t remember who I am.
I feel most dead when I can’t get out of bed.
I feel most alive when I know shes looking at me, becuase I’m lucky, the luckiest girl, even when shes just looking.
Awww~! I love poetry like this, and this is awesome! I liked the ending. 8D I hope I feel like that someday…