a battery
sometimes i let my mind run rampant with personal conspiracy theories and self demeaning thoughts. one that keeps being replayed over and over again is this:
anyone who shows the slightest bit of interest in me has either 1) no idea who i really am, because they could not possibly like this boring, wordy, nerdy dunce sitting here, or 2) they are just messing with my head, because they obviously have other interest and are just playing with my emotions for amusement or using me for some purpose. quite depressing.
it is not fun to think that the whole world is against you, and i know that it is not, but sometimes things happen and people do things that make me think that i am the butt of some cosmic joke.
im not a one and only. i am a dime a dozen.
anyone who shows the slightest bit of interest in me has either 1) no idea who i really am, because they could not possibly like this boring, wordy, nerdy dunce sitting here, or 2) they are just messing with my head, because they obviously have other interest and are just playing with my emotions for amusement or using me for some purpose. quite depressing.
it is not fun to think that the whole world is against you, and i know that it is not, but sometimes things happen and people do things that make me think that i am the butt of some cosmic joke.
im not a one and only. i am a dime a dozen.