mykel

I am addicted to tea.
I bought a Cowboy Bebop t-shirt.
I have no words in me. I also have no photographs in me...
(I took this one a while ago)
I've been getting a lot of deja vu and am unsure of whether it's some mystical thing or I'm just overtired.
I like a lot of people, but not a lot of people like me. Also, I can't seem to get along with other girls. Which is sad, because I really like girls.
My stomach always hurts.
I hate showering.
I don't have sex with my boyfriend.
I pretend not to care about my weight, but I really do.
I'm pissed at myself for not doing more to help others.
I'm obsessed with death. You'd think I'd know a lot about philosophy and religion, but I don't because as soon as I read something, I forget it.
I know I'm intelligent, and I have a lot of ideas and thoughts. But when I try to talk to anyone, my thoughts freeze and I turn into an idiot.
I'm waiting for a Jane Lane to my Daria, except I'm less of a Daria and more of a Spongebob.
In the summer, I kill at least one spider daily.
I don't want to have a traditional family, but something a little offbeat (like the Weetzie Bat books.) This is unlikely to happen.

I still think I'm awesome. And whoever doesn't agree with me can kindly go fornicate themselves with a pointy stick.