Growing up I have always been this lonely kid. Not at all bright but I have always been different I never watched tv (and I still don't) and music and books were my only friends (and they still are) I had spikey short when everyone was trying to be the girly girl
I do not try to be different at all. That is just the way I am and I can't even find a half-decent explanation as to why I always act a little eccentric I read poems simply because I want to read poems, rather than trying to act cool I dispise love songs because they are stupid I am incurably headstrong and I never back down for what I think is wrong Not that I do not pay a price for being who I am I suffer, a lot I have this constant insecurity of not having someone who understands Like I am the only lonely ranger in the territory of my world I get myself mentally black-and-blue when I am shadowboxing with no one but myself I question myself a lot and deep down there is an undying flicker of melancholy I get into disputes, arguments and broken relationships with people who once I called friends
Tonight I cried reading this poem by Fiona Apple I have read it for God-know how many times But I am still touched by it, even though it's just a crude piece of work
When the pawn hits the conflicts He thinks like a king What he knows throws the blows When he goes to the fight And he'll win the whole thing Before he enters the ring There's no body to batter when your mind is your might So when you go solo You hold your own hand And remember that depth is the greatest of heights And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land And if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right
I guess after all, it is really just me against this big bad world And I am not ready to make nice
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
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Will be jetting off to Shanghai tomorrow!!! Move over bitches!!! Woooooot!