all the little things

I saw a post on Pinterest today about how they want people to love the mundane things about them, and I crave that from deep in some cavernous region in my heart.

I want someone to notice how I only wear makeup when I have energy, how I doodle on my lecture paper, giving Andrew Jackson higher cheekbones, and how I say I love reading but haven’t finished a book in a while. How my music taste ranges from Arctic Monkeys to Stray Kids to Wasia Project, but sometimes I can't find anything to listen to. How I want to move to a different state but realistically couldn’t handle anything other than California weather.

I want someone to notice when I am hurting, look in my eyes and see what is wrong. I want someone to notice when I am awkward, fidgeting with my sleeves or my hands or my hair, and tell me that it’s all right. It's all going to be okay. I need someone to notice this, because my skin just isn’t thick enough for all the interruptions and indifferent reactions that I have tried to block out.

Because if they noticed, that means they really took the time to care. Cancel out all the other noise and notice me.