I don't have a problem with myself. I run into puddles and I kick everything I see on the ground as I walk along. I mime the lyrics of the songs I'm listening to and get excited to the next song that comes up... Only forgetting that I'm the only one that can hear my iPod.
I sworn that you were my mortal enemy because simply you yelled at me one day. I'm quite shorter than most girls but hey, Somebody has to be. I'll stay up past midnight watching things I did 10 years ago and smile because television distracted me from the world.
I love to draw but I usually give up in the end and scribble across everything so I can't go back. I'm always curious of strangers on the street and wonder what happened in there lives. I know who I am. I know what I'm like. I honestly don't have a problem with myself...
Or least I keep telling myself that.
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