I think what I want in life can be simplified to my juice choice; I always get fruit punch. I can’t pick/don’t have a favorite, I want ‘em all. They taste better all together.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Even a minute with you; it might not be enough but it still makes me happy.
I’m good at hiding. I’ve built this ability over the years, at this point, it’s a wall of bricks … 10 ft high.
There was an event tonight that I was going to go to but I sold my ticket last minute because I have homework and catching up to do, but mainly because if I can get my work done then I can read Insurgent LOL