I got a great email from my best friends dad. The address that I have writing to for well over a week now has been the wrong damn one. I hope he's gotten the letters I've sent so far. I'm going to be livid as shit if he hasnt. Which frankly I dont think he has. There aint no justice.
I dont like being the center of attention. I dont care to be spoiled. I greatly dislike being picked up, physically. Put me down, put me down, put me down! I have no epic skill. I am no great beauty. I can be unnecessarily complicated if not plain confusing. I am a deranged puzzles, my pieces are constantly change shape and the place in which they go. There are times when my fuse is incredibly short and I am explosive. Im easily frustrated when I'm lost. By natural design I am imperfect, dont expect perfection. I dont give up on people often. I hope for good and seek it out in them. I am quiet, I am an observer and I dont like driving all the time. I will probably die younger than I'd like to. Drinking out of wine glasses even when its not wine makes me feel fancy. I need to stop biting my nails, it shows how much I'm stressed. Lately they're starting to bleed. I look forward to hearing from you, about you, I think about you more than I'd like to admit.
There are times when I like being by myself. Like now. I've been at this open house for 4 hours and minus a few trivial moments I've enjoyed it. I could imagine being on my own, one day I will have it. It's rough right now however. Theres too many people in my house now. I dont like being crowded. I get my hopes up like an idiot that my sister will do what she says, follow through. But she rarely does. Cutting boards thats all I asked her to wash today. I did everything else. With the smell of dirty dish rag assaulting my senses, sticking to my hands as I took it to the laundry room. I hate that fucking smell it pisses me the fuck off. My phone is under my throat. I'm laying on my stomach, head resting on pillows. It hurts my jaw but oh well. When I get a text messege my phone vibrates against my neck. It's an intersting feeling. Disconcerting. But never the less interesting. It's 3 in the morning but it doesnt feel like it, perhaps because it is Saturday tecnically Sunday? I dont care. I'm here. And somehow I am still awake.
I dont like being the center of attention. I dont care to be spoiled. I greatly dislike being picked up, physically. Put me down, put me down, put me down! I have no epic skill. I am no great beauty. I can be unnecessarily complicated if not plain confusing. I am a deranged puzzles, my pieces are constantly change shape and the place in which they go. There are times when my fuse is incredibly short and I am explosive. Im easily frustrated when I'm lost. By natural design I am imperfect, dont expect perfection. I dont give up on people often. I hope for good and seek it out in them. I am quiet, I am an observer and I dont like driving all the time. I will probably die younger than I'd like to. Drinking out of wine glasses even when its not wine makes me feel fancy. I need to stop biting my nails, it shows how much I'm stressed. Lately they're starting to bleed. I look forward to hearing from you, about you, I think about you more than I'd like to admit.
There are times when I like being by myself. Like now. I've been at this open house for 4 hours and minus a few trivial moments I've enjoyed it. I could imagine being on my own, one day I will have it. It's rough right now however. Theres too many people in my house now. I dont like being crowded. I get my hopes up like an idiot that my sister will do what she says, follow through. But she rarely does. Cutting boards thats all I asked her to wash today. I did everything else. With the smell of dirty dish rag assaulting my senses, sticking to my hands as I took it to the laundry room. I hate that fucking smell it pisses me the fuck off. My phone is under my throat. I'm laying on my stomach, head resting on pillows. It hurts my jaw but oh well. When I get a text messege my phone vibrates against my neck. It's an intersting feeling. Disconcerting. But never the less interesting. It's 3 in the morning but it doesnt feel like it, perhaps because it is Saturday tecnically Sunday? I dont care. I'm here. And somehow I am still awake.
