People ask what I want, and maybe I'd say an Ipod, or a new bag, or some designer shoes that would "totally match that skirt I have." Okay scratch that, I'd never say that last statement, but that's not the point. I am thankful, for every cookie crumb I've ever eaten, or every grain of rice I've had the fortune of consuming. But I don't want that, I know it seems like something too big for me to touch on because at my age, what do I know. And maybe the rest of you are right, and I'm just over reacting like I do sometimes but I don't want objects, belongings, I want memories. I assume that memories are the things that really get under my skin. I believe that everything we do, is all influenced by our memories, the way we respond, the way we grow, the way we walk, talk, see the world. I just think for a teen, I'm a pretty fucked up person to be around. I know I take and never give, I know I talk too loud, I know I act too much and I try too hard. I'm an exagerrated person, and it's too much for myself to bare. And I realise, I don't need to be accepted by you, or the rest of humanity. We're all filthy, we just need to see that. We have bad habits destructive habits like everyone else. So how are your habits any better than mine? I know I should be like you, smart, pretty, liked for all the wrong reasons, but what's the fun in being something that makes me sick?
I like black, what are you going to do about it? Brand me with words? Oh I'm so scared, I'm shivering. And I like grey, cause that's the mood you constantly put me in, so if I feel most comfortable in these colours that you oh so easily make my moods reflect, how is this one bit my fault? I have a sense of humour, that's why I smile when you laugh about me, but maybe you should get one, cause your jokes are getting really old, really fast.