when she's tired

i hate descriptions

when she's tired her true colors show, she acts as if i am displeased with her performance, i feel as if i may have had more fun than she did. The things she said, the things she did, were unique in her own way, but she seems to be apologizing for it. It was very possibly the second best night of my life. I loved the energy, the spontaneity, just the fact that she was comfortable to be herself made me uncontrollably smile the entire night. i love it when she just wakes up and gets grumpy, i love her in the middle of the day when she is her usual funny and loving self, and i love her at night when she is either very sappy in the best of ways or sporadic and spontaneous in the most fun and amusing ways.