Off My Chest.

At one point in my life, I was obsessed with writing letters that I knew I would never send.

When I was little, I only pretended to have imaginary friends. Even though I never believed that they existed. They always were created on the swings when noone was next to me. I could never bring myself to talk to them. So, I was lonely.

I've owned and read Shakespeare for enjoyment.

If you asked me my biggest secret,
I couldn't tell you.

Subway trains are the best trains.
The musuem of natural history SUCKS.

I kiss the walls of my room on occasion.

Biting my nails is my biggest habit. Even if I'm not anxiety ridden.

Something I've heard:
love is friendship set on fire.

I don't believe in favourite colours.
I also have to type a u after every o.

I'm so braver than you would think.
Because i'm a coward.

"Clouds and Butterflies" is written on my mirror in black lipstick.

I'll lie and say I've committed tons of sins.
I'll lie and say that
This is a confession.

I love flannel.

I never know how much someone means, until I see them smile a lot.

I've written more songs about you (or with you in mind) than I can count on one hand.

A word I like:
Crooked

I'd rather lose my sight than lose my hearing. It would be the single toughest choice I'd make.

I write your name in random places.

Painting my nails doesn't make me feel "pretty." And if I paint my toenails, they have to be some kind of red.

I've tried about 5 times to write a serious book.
I never finished.

I'm a geek.

I don't know how to air guitar.

I would rather DIE than live in the same place, being the same person, my whole entire life.

My umbrellas were always named Ashely.

Your eyelashes fascinate me. I love them.

I illustrate what happens to me in my head sometimes.

My face looks strange to me in the mirror.

I've wanted/planned to be famous since age 4.

I love the idea of a lie.

I've always hated cupcakes.

I actually love soap.

Something I'm afraid of:
Writing initials tooclosetogether.

I drew pictures of people in love during pre-school.

Sometimes I like to make-believe that I'm a different person, living a different life, going to a different place.

I'm too embarrassed to dance in front of myself.

I've looked up "How to Teleport" online.
I've looked up a lot of things online.

I still can't figure out how to fold paper bags.

I cry every time someone sings "you are my sunshine," and I don't have a clue why.

I love a good trainwreck.

I never believed in heaven or hell.

Before other things, I used to dream of being a ballerina when I grew up.

Swedish Techno = love.

It's amazing how well I can sing "somewhere over the rainbow." My mother used to sing it to me every night, just so I could have gumdrop dreams.

E.T. scared the motherfucking shit out of me.

Some would say I have a lot of best friends, but I question the closeness of them.

I've tried to be anorexic. That's when I discovered I liked food too much.

Inventing in your head is a wonderful thing. I'd usually be kept up for hours at night, inventing characters and lives and stories. My words were often invented.

He wasn't worth my time.

I have started to notice my love for things miniature. The best dreams are when I wake up, and everything looks small. I go about the world being either a giant out of place, or a mouse in a giant world.

If I had a most-used key on the computer, it would be the spacebar...
typinglikethisannoysthehelloutofme.

If I had a favorite key on the computer, it would be the ? or / key.
Maybe that's because I love question marks.

In first grade I confided in my friend that I thought I was a human mishap. She stopped talking to me so much.

Collarbones are amazing.

I love blueberries. They remind me of all the times I went to Cass Park, and how hot and scratchy the pool pavement was. I always swam by myself, for some odd reason. Swimming was a solitary activity. And to this day, it's weird when I swim with people.

Every now and then, I suspect that my friends all hate me.

Tongues are weird things.

When I was little, I heard ghosts. Or, it could have just been my imagination.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you're mind could have been erased without you even knowing it? Because you wouldn't know exactly what you don't already know. I get that all the time.