sometimes its okay to not make sense

Dear Anonymous,

Chelsey, What should I blog about?

I don't know. I cannot think about that... I don't know what to wear

Perfect. I thought.

I will write a poem about not knowing what to wear...

Joke. I am not going to lie though, I tried. But, thank goodness for the backspace button because that was one of the worst poems I have ever written. That is really saying something considering I wrote an ode to the scratchy bathroom mirrors at school and another that included a microwave and a toothbrush.

kiss kiss,
Kacie

p.s. I hope you enjoyed that raw bit of me.