that's not all I'd do for you.

Lately, my hands, they don't feel like mine. So I bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes, that I know I'll never smoke. I guess I just did it, to mirror my unrecognizable behavior as of late. These kids are fucking nuts, but I seem to love every minute of what they give me. I know I'm rather peculiar, but they seem to dig that, which is completely foreign to me within these city walls. Of course, I have stumbled upon a few like these before, however not often, as I believed them to be few and far between. I just wanted someone who I could be myself with. Someone who could appreciate what I give and don't give. Most people just want you to hand everything over to them. But what people never really get is that those people who just spill themselves all over you, do it because they don't have a lot in them to start with. I guess I just thought high school would be different. But it turns out that I'M the one who's different. And people don't think "different" is too hot these days. Look, I'm not trying to say I'm some kind of misfit, crawling around on all fours stirring up rallies or holding up picket signs about how "different" I am or anything. I'm just saying, that people are a lot more intolerant than they'd like to admit. But I don't feel like making this a painstakingly long entry. I cry when I should and laugh when I can. That's mostly how it goes these days. And so it is, just like they said it would be. Or It could just be the power of red knickers.