You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans

Things I have been dreaming about being in the future over the past few days; a street artist, a cafe owner, a baker, a florist, a musician who travels the world, an author who publishes the secrets and depths of her diaries, a fashion designer, a freelance photographer
Things I have just been generally dreaming about; not feeling lazy, having purpose, YOU, the most perfect 18th party, how I could've made things different, wishing I didn't make the same mistake, not having to get my wisdom teeth out this weekend, life, sunshine, $$$, travelling, people 

Days and hours go by quickly, I seem to have no control. I have a funny feeling in my stomach which will not disappear and I also do not know why it is there. I pretend not to miss you, or care at all for that matter. But you don't care anyway. So why bother because 'you stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans'. 

Been preparing and planning various things that will happen in the future, near future...

Currently: craving bananna ice cream and listening to Angus & Julia Stone