leftpinkytoe

It happens to the best of us. One day you’re just like every other kid, running and jumping all over the place, and then, it happens. When you least expect it, it strikes, incoordination! No longer are you a normal kid, you’re the freak that trips on flat surfaces, does a swan dive down a flight of stairs, takes out grandma as you’re crossing the road, and has ice spikes in their shoes just so they can walk in the winter. I have simple dreams, I just want to be able to run with the wild horses, that’s pushing it, but running without tripping on the ground would be fantastic!

Mannequins, those creepy fake humans that are always in those sketch poses and wearing clothes no normal person could ever pull off. With those life-like eyes that follow you as you perouse the store for something both cute and cheap enough for your non-exixtant budget to afford. They are so damn sketchy! Yeah, it’s childish and majourly strange, but they scare the crap out of me, especially in those new Old Navy commercials when they are talking to each other. Like it wasnt bad enough to have fake humans stalking your every movement, now they talk and make jokes about their dismemberment! Shudder I just cant stand them!

Probably one of the hardest things for me to do is make friends, or any human relations really. I am so damn shy and concerned about people not liking me for me that I push people away and hide behind my walls of cynicism and disdainful sarcasm. I am life freaking Rapunzel only I am up in that tower cause of my own foolish insecurity not cause some evil step-mother put me there. All I want is to have an actual honest to goodness friend that I can talk to about anything and everything not just shopping or cute guys and clothes. I want a meaningful relationship, to feel loved, and to love without fear of failure or rejection. Now all I have to do is stop being such a bitch to everyone around me and I might end up getting that.