Secrets. I love them. They pull me in, until I am unable to breathe. Lying is my savor, it keeps me from facing my fears. And hiding is what I use. Might sound pathetic, but I don't give a shit.
Along with secrets and lying, I would have to claim that I also dawdle when it comes to making decisions or having a choice. I hate it. I am indecisive and I recognize this. It's like giving a handjob to a guy who's never even kissed a chick before. I find it annoying and a waste of time.
Bitch? Sure, why not. Depressive? Absolutely. Child? Probably. I take my consequences and know my actions. I endure stupidity and know my wrong from right, but I choose not to care. It's like holding a gun to a suicidal's temple, you know what you're doing and that it wouldn't count but still do it.
Shameless? Sometimes. Caring? Of course. Hated? DUH. I take in all of these things I may 'be' but it never changes. No matter what, I'm a person and that sucks. Being "normal" is such a drag but that's why I'm sitting on my ass typing this shit, and getting fat while doing so.
