Jun 07, 2003 22:28
I'm so cliche that it will make you sick to your stomach. I have very few original thoughts, because I rely on other people's words to get me through. But, at least I am honest. I have a list of fears longer than your mom's grocery list. Please don't play a practical joke on me, because I'll cry. Or get angry, and neither of those are very fun to watch. I've been in love. You could say that I am in love, but I don't really like talking about it, so we won't. I don't talk much unless I consider you to be one of my very best friends. I'm very secretive and I don't trust others easily. Don't play with my toys unless I tell you that you can. Don't try to cheer me up if I am upset, because chances are I'll only become more upset. Please don't touch me either, I might jump five feet and end up toppling off of a cliff. Please do tell me that you think my eyes are pretty, because sometimes I think that they are, and it's nice to feel pretty once in awhile. Don't use an inappropriate amount of puncuation marks. Sometimes I'm a fucking nazi, and sometimes I could care less what you do to me or anyone else. I'm nineteen, but I feel like I'm hitting sixty and dementia is setting in. I listen to bad music. I can't spell to save my own life. I hate mirrors but love laughing until my stomach hurts so badly I could cry. I won't sing around you unless you sing with me, and then I'll only whisper the words to myself. Sometimes you can catch me in my car, singing my heart out to Elton John or Michael Jackson or maybe even GlassJaw. Ninety percent of the time, I wish I had a different life. It's very saddening to be so ungrateful for an existence that never really did anything to cause such feelings of discontent. But, the grass is always greener on the other side. And maybe someday soon I will be happier.