I am really bad at a lot of things.
I have little discretion for my sexuality and my feelings.
I follow my heart more than my logic.
I chew my nails and leave the house without caring what I look like.
I don't know how to ride a bike.
I wake up at noon most weekends and proceed to waste the day.
I hate being challenged when I don't need to be.
I chew loud.
I have little to no confidence in myself because of others,
and others are no excuse.
I blame my faults on my depression.
I apologize too much and forgive too easily.
It's apparent I have priorities that should not be priorities
and I open my mouth and these stupid, awful, naive, ugly words always
fall out and I never know what to do about it.
But
I also really care about people, too much sometimes.
I acknowledge my faults.
I am modest.
I have nice eyes and I like holding hands.
The things I say that screw everything up, they weren't supposed to do that.
They were supposed to be well intentioned, or honest or meaningful.
I really just want to make someone happy. Really happy. And I want someone to make me happy too because I think I deserve it. Even though I probably don't.
I'm really sorry that this is who I am, because it's not very amazing at all but, maybe you wanna pretend it is with me.
I think that might be the best thing anyone has ever done.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Play Pretend
Posted by The Littlest Liv at 2:16 PM
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