when i was little, i would climb trees in a skirt. my mom told me that it wasn’t lady-like.

i guess i never wanted to be a lady.
but i’ve always loved being a girl.

when i would get up to the top of the tree, i’d get scared and ask to be brought down. my dad told me that if i got up, i had to learn to get myself back down.

i don’t ask for much anymore.

i once won a game of mafia against 47 people.
i once kissed a stranger. no. many more than that.
i once threw up for two hours straight.
i once confused a thousand people with my actions.
i never once lied.

i wear sunglasses at night.
because the sun never sets on a badass.

i’m the girl all the bad guys want to marry.
i just don’t know what i want.

but i know that it’s not that.

sometimes i have NOTHING to say.
sometimes my eyes water and you think i’m crying.
sometimes i cry and you think my eyes are just watering.

sometimes.

i sing in my car.
i get lost for hours.
and find new ways to get places.
i’d drive anywhere to get to you.
if you asked.
or if i really wanted to.
i love to drive by myself.
i love to blast my music and dance.
i get embarassed at stop lights.
sometimes.

i like north, south, east and west.
i don’t like right and left.
i wish i had a compass.
i would go for walks, just to look at the compass and see it change.
i like change.

‘dear God. make me a bird. so i can fly far.
far, far away from here.’

i hate righteous.
i hate stupid.
i hate the devil’s advocate.
i only hate one person at a time.
life is too short to hate many.
i love music.
‘music makes the people come together. yeahya.’

i have a dream.
and it’s big.
and it’s too much for you to handle.
so i keep it in my head. and i work towards it.
and one day.
i won’t have to tell you what it is.
you’ll see it.

i don’t really have boyfriends.
cause i hate wasting time.
but.
‘i will fly you to the moon and back,
if you’ll be my baby.’

i know what you thought. it was wrong. get over it.

i run at night.
it clears my head so that i can sleep.
i can’t do anything in the morning.
i don’t even know what my name is.

i’m not paranoid. i’m not one to think people are talking about me behind my back. i don’t even think people hate me. i guess it’s my mind just having more imortant things to deal with.

so you love me. i know you all do.

let me sing you a song.
let me hold your hand.
let me look pretty for you.
let me smile. and you. you can smile back.

‘The brave are simply those with the clearest vision of what is before them - glory and danger alike and notwithstanding, go out to meet it.’

i love life.
because i love to dance.

dance with me.