I’m a young woman, obscured. I’m a reclusive extrovert. I’m perfectly flawed. I’m random and predictable. I’m an oxymoron. I’m a coffee addict. I’m a cookie fiend. I’m an entertainment junkie. I cuss too much. I ♥ to be inappropriate. I am abrasive. I read. I write sometimes. I listen to music(=love). I talk major shit. I’m smarter than I look. I’m a slacker. I daydream. I ♥ cute boys. I talk to myself. My age is irrelevant. I’m compulsive. I’m asexual. I make questionable decisions. I miss cassette tapes. I like gadgets. I can’t type. I like writing. I bite my nails. I like roller coasters. I hate heights. I speed when I drive. I scream at the TV when I die in video games. I cover my eyes but part my fingers. I have a short attention span.
In general, its tough being me. I sort of hate people because I feel like they’re just fucking alien (or I am). I feel like I’m Morpheus and I know all the secrets about the Matrix while everyone else is still “plugged in.” That sounds really arrogant, but I definitely don’t think I’m smarter than anyone else… I just feel like my mind is tuned in to another channel; Like I’m on this wavelength and everyone else is on the other. It’s truly fucking irritating. It’s like watching a movie again that everyone else is seeing for the first time; You already know whats going to happen.
I don’t care what people think, but like to know anyway. I am always curious of what others think of me, not because I care, but because I’ve always wanted to know what people were thinking in general. Maybe is the masochist in me knowing that it is nothing good, but wanting to hear it anyway.
I know you don’t give a fuck about my opinions but I’m gon’ give them to you anyway.
