I felt really butchy today after school, something about my outfit... I think. Also, I realize that I tend to spontaneously quote things that most people have never heard nor care about, and I realize it makes me seem like a crazy person. I think this is why I'm such good friends with the people that I'm such good friends with- they're crazy people too. They accept my craziness, I accept theirs. Oh, and there's also the whole matter of us being soul mates. I have no direction for any of thise. Damien Rice never ceases to touch my soul. I haven no direction for anything, really. All that I know is that I greatly enjoy socaially unnaccaptalbe people, neon colors, happy music, and loud, obnoxious, fun, things. It feels later than it really is. I am extremely incoherent, I should stop while I'm ahead. I should have stopped sentences ago, I should have never started! I'm so full of love, but you may never know. Open your arms, you may find me there. I'm moving forward, breathing, breathing, singing. (However off pitch my singing may be.) Sometimes I'm not sure if it's sexual or not, but it feels good. Regardless of what I say after that sentence, it's going to be awkward. I think there's somthing cool about the idea of a hermit. There's also something kind of cool behind the idea of Jesus. My world is built around love.
What I am to you is me,
Rachael.
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