It wasn't about you, I swear.
I have scars.
I have a beard.
I'm a pretentious ass.
I'm passive aggressive at times.
I own a large number of really awful CD's.
I'm self-centered and egotistical.
I have delusions of grandeur.
I am mediocre.
I suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder.
I am a manic-depressive.
I'm afraid of being forgotten.
I'm afraid of being alone.
I fill my life with fancy objects because it hides the fact that I'm empty.
I make the 'sucky' list.
I'm a coward who trys to buy friends with cookies and sweet words.
I air offenses/slights online instead of initiating a confrontation face-to-face.
I can read the subtext between the lines.
I have a beard.
I'm a pretentious ass.
I'm passive aggressive at times.
I own a large number of really awful CD's.
I'm self-centered and egotistical.
I have delusions of grandeur.
I am mediocre.
I suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder.
I am a manic-depressive.
I'm afraid of being forgotten.
I'm afraid of being alone.
I fill my life with fancy objects because it hides the fact that I'm empty.
I make the 'sucky' list.
I'm a coward who trys to buy friends with cookies and sweet words.
I air offenses/slights online instead of initiating a confrontation face-to-face.
I can read the subtext between the lines.
posted by The Academian | 12:10 PM
3 Comments:
Glad those cookies were sincerely meant.
And you're probably the only one.
MS, MMD, I think I need a small version of each of you to keep with me at all times. That way when I do something idiotic, I can have you reign in my mind and give me back a little perspective.
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