Wednesday, March 26, 2014
In a Nutshell
For a celebration my family had for me, at the dinner my parents had everyone say 3 things they enjoyed about me. Three of my siblings said "I guess he's my brother" or "what they said" and nothing else.
Whenever I use the microwave I never time it with any numbers divisible by 5. I can only use an even number for every 4 odd numbers I try.
Every day at school I receive comments on how many friends I have, yet there is never a moment I feel alone.
I have a passion for exercise, but don't have the motivation to be proactive and do it by myself.
During the last month I tutored seven people for the ACT, but probably won't graduate on time.
The person who loves me the least in my life is the only one who tells me that they love me every day, and she does it out of obligation.
I'm unhealthily OCD when it comes to organizing my desk, homework, and thoughts, yet my room looks like an abandoned nuclear test site.
All my dreams reach for the stars but most days I can't even get out of bed.
My stepmom claims she is trying to help yet fails to see she's the thing that is suffocating me the most right now.
Last week I tried to hitchhike to school and was only received with dirty looks and a mocking chorus of laughter.
I now prefer rainy days over the sunny ones.
Sleep never fails to escape me, but I remain addicted to it.
I can't recall the last time I ate for hunger and sustenance instead of taste and passing the time.
When I'm out of the house I tend to smile bigger and laugh louder though it is just a fruitless effort to convince myself that I can still be happy.
I always eat my pizza backwards, starting with the crust.
Even though I hate it when others are concerned for me, I find myself always yearning for sympathy and help.
I look twice as good in my reflection than in real life.
A few days ago I spent 37 minutes trying to remember what a trapezoid was called.
I've forgotten how to love, but I want nothing more than intimacy in my relationships.
Nothing entices me more than peace of mind yet I consciously notice my sanity slipping.
I can't figure out why I'm writing this, I just know I was supposed to.
And somehow that explains everything