Here's me, let's kill your conceptions and assimilate assumption : Do you think your Gucci GIVES you class or that sipping on a Cosmopolitan makes you at all SexandtheCity? I hate unbalanced materialism and the upper/middle classless. Fine leather couches covered in plastic. Beautifully manicured acrylic nails. I want everything, more than anything but I also need to appreciate all that I have.I'm a social anti-socialite. Fuck the faux fashionistas and their monotonous 'London' sound. Fuck cockney voices and hackneyed quibs.Fake tan and split ends are everywhere. You say I look like death but it beats stinking like skin cancer and peroxide.I'm loud and obnoxious, and I don't wait my turn. I can't mind my own buisness. I only stick up for someone when I want to, and attack instead when asked.I'm hot and cold on a good day, and lukewarm on the bads. I'm obsessive and possesive and repressive, and it makes me repeat until you wish I were mute.I'm two sided, but the sides are the same images in the mirror. I never change my mind correctly, and they all wonder if it's even a change with how I flow.I pick up kids that let me and throw them away to rot when I'm done, peeking in at times to remind them that I'm no longer in thier life. I don't mind losing friends as much as I don't mind loss of lives because I understand this is a natural stage of growth development.I stick to evolution, I pray every minute of every day. I'm God obsessive, but not like any bible ever told me to be.I'm sarcastic when I love you, kind when I don't. I can't comfort for anyone, and I make you laugh because you're happy I'm not saying that shit about you.I'm a one way train to self destruction, and you're my strapped and sedated crew. I don't brainwash, you do it for me.I like long walks on the beach with dead sharks in the sand and romantic evenings strangling homeless people and fucking in the back of a limosuine, so cliche, I know.When they sent me my knight in shining armor, I buried him so deep to the ground that they'll bury him under skyscraper foundations before ever finding him. Call it envy, but I am my own white fucking horse and the first man to lend hand was better off taking to a feminist. So boys please check yourself at the door, because unless you're homosexual or lacking your pieces, you're a threat here. Not to me, but to yourself. Because nothing threatens me.So do as you fucking like, I bear no right to demand any silence from any of you. You will of your own choice, and I have no bearings to otherwise. However, don't try for me. I'll warn the fucking world and now I'll warn you. Don't. You'll be wasting your time on something you will be completely dissapointed in. And if I don't dissapoint, I'll be dissapointed in you. All the children that ever tried left me sighing. Left me bored. Left me wondering where the distinction of awe dissapeared to that EVERYONE else saw.I am the kid on your block that never lied to you. I am the one that does not stand out nor will ever choose to. I am the one who is not out to make friends. I'm screaming to myself, and save for any warnings I give to chase you away, I could care so little if anyone listened. Should I bore you with my life? Maybe. Do you want to read about it? Possibly. Is it deep with feelings and memories? Could be. Is it worth reading?
