mass hysteria

I'm the kind of girl that makes everything just a little more difficult all the while thinking she's making it just a little easier.  I'm an extremist.  I rarely see the "easy" fix to a problem.  I can overanalyze with the best of them.  It's a gift.  I firmly believe that if the stars aren't aligned then it doesn't matter how much you want something or how hard you try, it just isn't going to happen.  I'm trying this new thing where I embrace instead of resist.  I wish I had a friend like me, so I would know what dealing with me is really like.

I will intentionally not like what you like just to spite you or to start a conversation, but will make you believe that I wholeheartedly like what I'm not liking just to spite you.  I don't care what other people think about me.  I'm my own worst critic, so what you say about me will be less harsh then what I come up with on my own.  I donated about 12 inches of hair to Locks of Love a few years ago and it's probably the least selfish thing I've ever done.  I wish I could say I was poised and graceful throughout the entire experience.  But that would make sense and I don't do things that make sense, so actually me not being poised and graceful makes perfect sense.  Somewhere in there is a catch-22.  Are you starting to see how this works yet?  I didn't think so.  I'm like learning a whole new language, that hasn't been invented yet.

I think we're subliminally getting mind f*cked and people are just too stupid to notice.  Fear is paralyzing.  The remedy is the experience, of what I don't know, but surely a new experience is the cure. There is a difference in being alone and being lonely.  Don't try to hang on, just let me go...and I'll want you more.