I like to sit on the dryer when its going.
I am amused that somebody would like me. They don't know what goes on in my head.
I write at night. in the morning. on the phone. when music is roaring ahead. when its pitch dark. when the stars are twinkling haywire.
Music keeps me going. (caffine has the same affect).
I'm still in school where the teachers remind you when to turn in your homework.
My Grandma acts as my foundation and asked me if I was high today.
I used to like my best friend who was obessed with boys. I'm Bi.
My brother is a jock and my sister is a brain. Guess where that puts me?
I sleep with the snails. (but only in my dreams)
On every birthday I wish my parents were just normal.
On the last day of school, I forgot to say good bye to my friends.
I am not gothic, preppy, emo, a jock, a brain, a druggy. I do not do labels. (dirty!)
I love God but am struggling to understand.
This is the end.Goodbye.
Oh. and im a girl. exciting, ya?
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