Nice to meet you.
I tend to lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling when I should be doing something else. When I am doing something else, I wish I am staring at my ceiling instead. Creating, imagining, weaving stunning thoughts enough to make me feel.
I do not know if I can still write but I’m trying.
I fear a lot of things which is pathetic but it happens.
Most of the times you’ll catch me staring at the clouds no matter what time of the day it is.
I honestly think I am not unique at all. And that is not self-pity.
I like the smell of coffee but drinking one makes me nauseous.
It has come to my attention that people don’t naturally care.
But I would really love to know you.
My name is Erika. My daydreaming talent works best at midnight. Nice to meet you.
