People confuse me. More, I confuse me around people. Maybe we can just find a happy medium and work from there? Everyone is confused all the time and we try to help each other out?
Too bad that’s how it is already, minus the help part.
If we’re being honest, my 19th birthday was the last REALLY good day I’ve had. It’s the last time I felt like I was worth anything to anyone.
I miss the times when tumblr wasn’t the go-to for feeling awful. I miss when I could talk to actual people.
I think I’m just bad at living. I just sort of fly by the seat of my pajamas and ride it out, no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going.
I know, I know, everyone does that. Goes with the flow. Improvises.
But everyone is just better at improvising than I am.
Which is weird, because in the hey-look-im-onstage-and-need-to-come-up-with-witty-jokes-on-the-fly sense, I’m actually good at improv.
So this unfortunate metaphor doesn’t really work.
Bad at metaphors too. I should make my whole life one big stand up set. Then at least someone is laughing. Right?
Sure. Let’s just go with that. Go with the flow. As usual.