I’m so cocky it’s stupid.
I hate myself for it.
But I’m also not overly concerned with hate.
Or love for that matter.
I listen to Cobra Starship and 3oh!3 and smirk at people when they walk by me.
I wear glasses I don’t medically need.
Because I want to.
I dress like a total nerd and feel like a fashion icon.
Yesterday I walked around in a white tee cut off and white pants.
I felt like some kind of Patrick Bateman/Dexter atrocity.
I drive after multiple shots of 151
And I’m pretty sure I caused major dental damage to a total stranger outside of a 7/11 on High Street
With my knuckles
And then I walked away and minutes later was drinking an XXX vitamin water and eating and egg salad sandwich.
I’m pretty vegetarian I guess.
I love hardcore music
And I fuck to club beats
I listen to Every Time I Die “Hot Damn!” and From First To Last “Dear Diary, My Teen Angst Has A Body Count” a lot.
I pride myself on liking Morrissey. “Populace of Two.”
I sabotaged my ex via an elaborate plan simply to see if I really had as much power and sway as I thought I did.
I do.
I tell my boss my dislike for my job frequently and cite her as a specific reason.
She listens and appreciates me and my honesty.
She said she’s proud of my love.
Speaking of love
I think “This Love” is a really stupid fucking name for a band.
Sorry boys, you know I love you dearly
And I support all of your artistic endeavors
But I think the name is pretentious and completely ridiculous.
I’ll continue to listen to you, despite your name
I mean, we all like the “Goo Goo Dolls” right?
I drink energy drinks a lot and pride myself on how much my hands can’t stop shaking
I faced the scariest thing ever a week ago
And now I don’t fear anything at all.
It’s really bothersome.
SUMMATION
I don’t know who I am anymore
And it takes sleep from me
That whole “don’t recognize who’s in the mirror” thing?
That’s me
Legit.
And so I stare at myself a lot
Not because I’m conceited.
I’m just trying to solve a puzzle.
Fuck Your War.
