I can't seem to stop them from coming.
I need them. I need their arbitrary rules.
A photo a day of me,
Taken in photobooth.
Must be in black and white.
Must write one thing I love about myself.
A photo a day of things.
A note dropped every day.
The brown box project.
Take them all! Photo project.
The week that I... project.
I always want to rope someone in.
To make them try on a crazy idea with me.
But I always only rope in myself.
I love my eyes.
I love my hair.
I love my ability to write.
I love my shoulders.
I love my sense of humor.
I love?
It's been five days and I'm already running out of things to love.
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