To Describe Myself...

I am an insomniac. I am an artist. I am a musician. I am a scholar. I am a poet. I am an internet junkie. I am a truant. I am a *****. I am a confused teenager. I am an ex-cutter. I am a lesbian. I am addicted to wearing mens pajamas in public. I will talk to anyone about anything. I will read any book you set down in front of me. I will interrupt you in the middle of an exciting story to point out a flaw in your grammar, and recite the story back when you forget what part you left off on. I am a friend. I am a memory. I am a good laugh. I am a teardrop. I am the blood that was dripping from my arms a year ago. I am self inflicted desperation. I am a dictionary. I am spellcheck. I am an encyclopedia. I am an a good listener. I don't like wearing shoes. I am not a liar. I am not afraid to speak my mind. I am capable of using punctuation and capitailization properly throughout my sentences. I am another stranger that passes by. I am a smalltown girl living in a lonely world. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a lover. I am a fighter. I am opinionated. I am extremely nice. I am a smartass. I am, at times, a doormat for you to walk over. I am accepting. I don't judge people based on the past. I take others into consideration. I am a joke. I am the one telling the joke. I am the one pointing and laughing at myself. I am the one who can't eat and has trouble sleeping. But, most of all, I am a human - and deep down, like in all of us, I am a scared child, simply looking for hope and for the answers to questions that remain unformed. 
SheCanMakeHellFeelJustLikeHome SheCanMakeHellFeelJustLikeHome
18-21, F
Jan 30, 2011