Ramble

I've been taken advantage of. Lots of people don't like me, few do and I know exactly why.
Everyone has bad days, seems like I have them often.
It's hard for me to open my mouth. I hardly snatch at opportunities that won't come 'round again.
Awkward situations more than likely make up my life.
I decorate my room with lights. If I could I'd sleep all day.
If I carved faces into carrots and passed them out on Halloween maybe America's kids wouldn't be fat.
I only eat lunch, other than that I'll pass on food. Coffee keeps me alive. Marlboro will be the death of me.
I want a romance that can't be compared to a book or a movie. Something that belongs to me, and you.
I giggle in hallways and find it difficult to not smile all the time. I can't stop singing, and you'll never hear it.
Most people, kidding; all people have weaknesses, I have too many to list.
Everything seems so fucking interesting to me. I take walks everyday, even in the snow.
My hands are constantly ice, I should invest in mittens or have someone hold them all the time.
I don't like being hit on, it makes me uncomfortable.
I can't keep up with myself, I don't know how to make decisions effectively. I feel older than I am.
I need to put down these brain spurts of nothing-ness so I can sleep once in awhile.

I'm off to bed, my eyes are heavy.