Lowery:
Contrary to popular belief (due to my dress), I like sunlight. No, I don't like to hang out in dark rooms with the lights off as I blast "screamo" into my ears, tears, like, streaming down my face as I totally experience a lethal amount of teenage angst creeping into my broken and bleeding heart. No, I do not cut myself, nor would I, like, ever. I may not be snobby and I may not be a total jerkface (I'm just a nice, awkward teenager -- that's it), I may not wear the most expensive or the fanciest clothes (sure, most of what I wear is black...), I may not play football or baseball or any other sport (I draw!), but I think I'm a totally semi-classy and friendly individual. Sorry for being myself.... No, literally. (I'm totally always apologizing, by the way. And saying "totally" and "like.")
My steps are clumsy and my shoulders are slumped as I walk through the park; I'm like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. Before I trip (I'm totally bound to),
find a bench to sit on and do so, resting my elbows on my knees and hanging my head so my fluffy, raven's-feather-colored hair falls into my face and obstructs my vision. I totally hate making eye contact; it's so, like, awkward! Dude. I'm totally gonna be alone for the rest of my life....
posted 10 months ago. ( permalink )
