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August 3, 2008
Sometimes I forget what its like to be a teenager.
Or maybe I don’t know what a teenager is. I don’t think I act like one. But then again I am not sure what I act like.
I think I’m personality-less. If that makes any sense.
I don’t know. Nevermind. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
I never do. It’s all a lie. I’m quite good at pretending.
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“The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.”
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