This Disheveled Solstice

I'm 18, living in the suburbs. Horray for cliches! I'm a morning person, go figure. I fucking love the rain, don't talk shit about precipitation. I like only ketchup on my burgers, and for some reason get yelled at for it. I love people I shouldn't, and despise people I should love. Despite my condescending and conceited atmosphere I do care about you, whoever you are, and will go out of my way for you if you ask something of me. I love cats. Cats are the shit. My music has evolved to include everything from Screamo to Country. I’ve fallen for people who I can’t have, and this has over the years destroyed me. I am not the person I was and not the person I am going to be, and unlike most people I know I am aware of this. I’m looking for love in all the wrong places and for some reason can’t stop. I fucking love poultry. In terms of my sexuality I have not fully figured it out, but this page is of course a very one sided attitude towards said sexuality. Fuck security guards. I’m a writer but hey, who the fuck isn’t nowadays? I’m a photographer, but hey, who the fucking fuck isn’t these days? What makes me special? Nothing. And that in itself sets me out from the crowd apparently. I will fight against the conformity that I have suffered with for so many years, and though I still haven’t learned, I’m getting there. I look back on life and I look forward, and I haven’t figured out which perspective is better yet, because today is after all, the tomorrow you were promised yesterday.

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