I am not wired to be happy.
Have you ever seen Easy Runner?
I am not like everyone else, I do not fit in with the in crowd, and I'm not like the out crowd.
I really should be going.
I don't like Pokemon, and I don't like anime.
Maybe.
I don't want to chop off all my hair, or dress up like a boy.
I do weird things sometimes.
I hate the way he looked into my eyes, because what if he thought I was a freak?
I don't think you're annoying.
I loved the way he did his own thing, and how he acted when he was hopped up on energy shots.
I doubt it.
But what if he thought I was a freak?
Magical.
Maybe, one day, I will get out of this house and realize that I am not what I make myself out to be.
Do comics count?
And maybe one day I won't be so scared of his purple sweatshirt or the way he waves to me.
I don't know why that sounds so interesting.
But that day is not today.
*I get like that sometimes.