Wait, it's Saturday right?
Yes.
Sorry about that.
Oh wait, my laptop charger just got yanked out.
Crap.
I'm back.
I'm lost.
I forgot what I was going to blog about.
Never mind.
I'm officially one of the strangest 16 year olds ever. Normal people in my grade are out partying right now. Or at a sleepover with their "besties". I'm sitting on my couch listening to "Dead or Alive" and wondering why. The thing is even if I was one of those kind of people and got invited to things, what would I do? Probably not go.
Simply because I love being by myself.
I can't explain it. People make me sick. Honestly, if I am around people for too long, I end up wanting to smack everyone. I prefer to be by myself. People piss me off. At least when I'm by myself I don't have to listen to whiny idiotic people who do nothing but fart all day. I know I'm exaggerating, I do that a lot. But I'm just trying to make my point across.
It does get me mad, sometimes even very mad and upset, that I'm not one of those people that actually do things with their friends. People don't want to be around me anymore than I want to be around them. Once I think about it though, I'd rather be the lonely girl who sits on the couch listening to music, scrolls through tumblr, and bids on useless junk on ebay. Being by myself just feels better.
I know being this way isn't going to help me any later in life, but I honestly don't care. Because being by myself gives me tons of time to think about the future and my dreams. And if my dreams do come true, people are going to be flipping shocked. So be prepared. No one knows about what goes on in my head, and I prefer to keep it that way. Alone. I like it.
No, my name is not Joseph, strange dude on TV.
See? I even talk back to my TV.
If anyone does read this, which would put me into a severe state of shock if anyone does, you're probably thinking I'm an absolute nutcase. I'm not.
I'm just different.
It's good to be different.
And if you don't like that, too freaking bad.
Adios, people.
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