I feel lonely, totally different than the others, a total outcast. I feel so scared, I feel that none will ever understand me. I feel like I was meant to be crazy, meant to be destroyed by the world, meant to be anxious, meant to panic
The irony of not being able to spell the word 'intelligent'... Yes, this did happen, and so I wonder, why do I like this girl? She has a personal blog and she can't even spell, we don't have anything in common, I am rigid but she is fluent, I am grey but she is colorful, I like reading but she likes dancing. Really, I should let it go now.
Just met the little old lady who lives below me. She said she was wondering what was going on because she heard bass but nothing else. She asked me if I played the bass. I apologized for the noise and said that I did not play the bass. She said it didn't bother her and opened the door for me while I carried some stuff in.
Guess I gotta keep it down lol.
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.