I definitely scoff at it every second I get. I'm way to damn rational and mature, you know, to wallow in my self-pity. Thats what I'll have you believe. "Deal with it and move on," is what I preach. But some days all I want is to lay in bed and cry on the phone to some bussom buddy about how lonely I am and that nobody understands me, while full well knowing that I have plenty of friends and family who love me and at least try to understand. Or to sit in a starbucks and whine about how I just wish that boy would notice me, if only I were prettier... ohhhhh to be 15 and seeking attention by walking with my head to the ground and leaning against walls looking all brooding and moody. I had my short stint with teen angst. We had some laughs and soon parted ways. But sometimes I just get nostalgic and all I want to do is listen to some postal service and cry my itty bitty heart out. Sadly I have better things to do with my time.
I thought I was damn artsy.
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