It’s All About Me

I am not: going insane. Or maybe I am.
I hurt: my foot yesterday.
I love: …that word is far too strong.
I hate: and so is this one.
I fear: knife weilding maniacs.
I hope: I get this finished before I have to go to work.
I yearn: for blissful days and conversations with perfect understanding.
I regret: no, I don’t.
I care: when I have the energy.
I always: seem to be confused.
I long: for a moment of clarity.
I feel alone: and it’s wonderful.
I listen: to the voices in my head.
I hide: most of everything.
I drive: terribly.
I sing: passionately,but also terribly.
I dance: like an angel when drunk.
I write: constantly, if only inside my head.
I breathe: cos elsewise I’d die.
I play: in the dirt amongst the flowers.
I miss: my ex-boyfriend. But my aim is improving (yeah, I know I’ve done that one before, but it’s so funny).
I cry: because I want to.
I search: for porn on the net.
I learn: constantly.
I feel: edgy.
I know: that I know nothing.
I say: almost nothing.
I fail: to have shampoo ad hair. Thank goodnes
I dream: wildly.
I wonder: if I should stop this and go to work?
I want: to want nothing.
I worry: but I try not to.
I wish: on shooting stars.
I fight: dumbass boys who get in the way.
I need: to make my lunch and go to work.
I am: getting later by the second.
I have: apparently just broken the “delete” button.