conversations with my mother, pt. 2

"Oh, Emma. You're like an open book. I ask you a question and you tell me something's up with just a pause or a sideways glance."

yup, that's me. and that's kinda how my blog got it's name. i've come to realize this about myself, but having my mom verbally point it out to me showed me that this realization about myself is noticeable to other people.

does that make any sense?

probably not, but it is 12:46 A.M.