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Sometimes all I want to do is run away and never look back on anyone who knows me now.
Sometimes I want to build a stage in my backyard and act all day.
Sometimes I want to tell everyone I know exactly what I think about them.
Sometimes I think all my problems will be solved as soon as graduation comes.
Sometimes I smile at the neighbors when they're outside on their cellphones. Most of the time they just scowl back.
But it's nice when they smile at me too.
Sometimes I worry I'm not good enough at any one thing to excell in it and make it a career. Sometimes I think I'm only mediocre.
Sometimes I think it's not worth it to get angry, because all I ever do is grin and smile again as soon as someone makes me laugh.
Sometimes I wish my mirror really did lead to Wonderland, like I used to say it did in grade school.
Sometimes I'm jealous of people older than me.
Sometimes I like to lay out on the grass at two in the morning in the backyard, with a blanket and the New York Times Style section.
Sometimes I call adults by their first names and feel completely awkward doing so, so I don't call them anything.
Sometimes obvious things slip past me.
Sometimes I pretend that I'm on my own when I'm making dinner.
Sometimes I sing too loud in the shower, and my mom laughs at me when I get out.
Sometimes I dream about car crashes, but I'm never driving.
Sometimes, at night, I hear someone stirring tea in my kitchen. I'm too afraid to go see what it is most times.
Sometimes I smile at strangers, and hold the door open for them. My family sttributes this to my Montessori upbringing. I just think I'm a good person.
But sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I want to build a stage in my backyard and act all day.
Sometimes I want to tell everyone I know exactly what I think about them.
Sometimes I think all my problems will be solved as soon as graduation comes.
Sometimes I smile at the neighbors when they're outside on their cellphones. Most of the time they just scowl back.
But it's nice when they smile at me too.
Sometimes I worry I'm not good enough at any one thing to excell in it and make it a career. Sometimes I think I'm only mediocre.
Sometimes I think it's not worth it to get angry, because all I ever do is grin and smile again as soon as someone makes me laugh.
Sometimes I wish my mirror really did lead to Wonderland, like I used to say it did in grade school.
Sometimes I'm jealous of people older than me.
Sometimes I like to lay out on the grass at two in the morning in the backyard, with a blanket and the New York Times Style section.
Sometimes I call adults by their first names and feel completely awkward doing so, so I don't call them anything.
Sometimes obvious things slip past me.
Sometimes I pretend that I'm on my own when I'm making dinner.
Sometimes I sing too loud in the shower, and my mom laughs at me when I get out.
Sometimes I dream about car crashes, but I'm never driving.
Sometimes, at night, I hear someone stirring tea in my kitchen. I'm too afraid to go see what it is most times.
Sometimes I smile at strangers, and hold the door open for them. My family sttributes this to my Montessori upbringing. I just think I'm a good person.
But sometimes I don't.