Sometimes

Sometimes I write things

which is strange because most of the time I can’t remember how to spell busisness correctly.

Sometimes I hate being me which is strange because at the exact same time I can’t imagine living my life as anyone else.

Sometimes I wish I was prettier which is strange because I never felt this way until I started to value other peoples’ opinions.

Sometimes I plan to go on trips to new and exciting places which is strange because leaving my bedroom seems like more hassle than it’s worth.

Sometimes I cry over things like a stupid baby which is strange because I like to think I’m emotionally unavailable.

Sometimes I make decisions about my future plans which is strange because I know I’ll just change my mind the next day.

Sometimes I want everyone on this planet to fuck off and leave me alone which is strange because I would miss the attention.

But that’s girls for you.