a part of me feels like before i took this job, i had a lot more to talk to people about. the other part of me feels like although that may be true, i am a much more grounded and likable person than i used to be. i guess the kids have something to do with that.
there’s the ones that are so perfect you wish they’d fucking do something wrong once in a while.
the weird quirky ones you hope your kids are like one day.
the ones whose dads are hot.
the ones who drive you crazy, but you love them anyway.
the ones who remind you of people you love.
the ones who remind you of that beautiful girl who made your life hell in high school.
the ones whose futures you truly worry about.
and the ones you barely notice are there.
my head is killing me.
