I spent most of the day thinking, sleeping, writing, etc. Here's what's been on my mind:
I spend hours of free time here at Everything, and yet I only know HTML. Sometimes I sew my own clothes -- one of my more successful attempts resulted in some red crushed velvet pants. I've been in band since sixth grade. I like school. I hate math. I'm too quiet, but my thoughts are too loud. I read too much. I'm too tall. My hair is well past my waist, I like purple eyeshadow, my eyes are so green that they shock people. Some people say my eyes look yellow, as if 'the sun is shining through your head.' People say I'm thin, the mirror says they lie. My ears are big. I love pancakes. I turn the music up too loud. I've got too many piercings. The tendons in my wrists stick out so far I can balance a spoon between them. My elbows are always cold, I don't eat anything made of cow, and I hate doctors. I play volleyball, I drive a Saturn my parents bought for me. I'm a senior in high school taking college sophomore classes. I speak French. I like snow. My boyfriend's name is Aaron; he's really tall. I take Prozac every morning.
Who the hell am I?
Is all that I just said me? I've been struggling with this for a while, but I think I've got the answers now.
I am a daughter, a friend, a sister. I'm smart, sometimes naïve, but usally aware. I'm a girl. I'm a survivor who has cheated death more times than my age can tell. And I'm tired, hungry, and lonely right now. That's about it, I guess. There's nothing else to me.