shit nobody really cares about.
i’m just a tiny girl who hates everyone,
but still feels the urge to gleefully skip to her car every morning.
i used to have a vast arsenal of friends;
differentiating opinions and my natural inclination to be alone
slowly whittled them away until i could count them on one hand.
the worst part, i don’t very much miss any of them.
in this way i am free. and i love that.
because i am happy, even when i’m not.
these are the things that catch my eye and keep my attention.
maybe i’ll say something occasionally,
but i’m more of a silent partner.
that being said, i am ridiculously quirky and probably offensive.
so that’s cool.