sincerly

I am contradiction. We all get off to something. What gets me off is my business. “Stop talking” is written on the mirror; it’s only been there for a short time. My opinions are trash. If you’ve never seen me cry, you probably don’t know me very well. I don’t share, regardless of what you think. I am a beast. I am a quitter. I am selfless. I am a narcissist. I am filled with love. I have trust issues. I have authority problems. I ride your wave because I love you, not because I want to be where you’re going. I want you to get there. I want to see you arrive. I am sensitive. I am numb. I rage. I am confused. I don’t listen. You talk too fast. You talk too slow. I get high. I am myself. I am always changing. My soul has stretch marks. My character is an infant. I don’t make sense. I don’t speak well. I write better; lol. I am ok with that. I am human. I wish I was not; sometimes. I am angry. I hold my tongue; I bite it off; I should; sometimes. Rearrange that however you like. It’s not completely true even when it makes sense. It’s a s****y gift; I am good for those. I do not juggle silverware regardless of whom I am eating with. I behave like a peasant. I am not a house n****r. I am not a racist. Do you believe me? I hate oysters. I appreciate trashy opulence. I hate chrome. I love platinum. I am materialistic. I am a hypocrite. I appreciate a good joke. I am a joke. You are not allowed to laugh. I forgive. I forget; birthdays; everything. I am lonely. I am a loner. I am desperate. I am indignant. I am a grouch. I apologize. I am sincere. I am a liar. I exaggerate. I don’t understand affection. I want to be loved. I don’t care.