I think I want to just float away...
Yeah, the sky is a nice place to be...
Do you know how many times I wrote and rewrote the shit I decided to post on this fucking blog?
Too many times...
Why am I self-conscious when I'm not even a standout person? If I were really ugly or really fat or really dumb, I would have a right to be self conscious. But nope. I'm just lil old me. What have I got to worry about?
You know those activities where you have to write 3 adjectives that describe you? I can never think of one.
I just don't know how to be nice to people...is that bad?
Who is this Jesus figure and why do people say he cares about me? Um, last time I checked you don't know him, so you can't speak for him. Stop telling me I need religion in my life, who do you think you are?
Whats logic? How can you call my actions "not logical?" If it makes sense to me I guess it doesn't matter what you have to say at all.
If you think anything I do is out of love or compassion for you, you're most likely wrong. Unbeknownst to most, I really don't fucking care. Mostly, I can't even admit that to myself. I think I care, but I'm really in it for some kind of personal gain.
Yup thats me.
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