haven't you noticed it's awkward?
i miss you.
i love him. not you. or you.

sometimes, i want to be just like everyone else with their pretend perfect lives and skeletons miles wide in closets full of designer clothes worn only once (for a few hours at a time) and then forgotten.
i want my electronic alter-ego and my outstanding looks to take me everywhere i could ever want to be.
is that a contradiction? oh well.
the point is i am alien to my comfort zone. i am comfortless, this is not taking it to an extreme.
this is an honest truth.
i feel like people only want me around when it is convenient in a practical sense, i.e. when they need something done that they are unable to do themselves.
this is my constant dichotomy of love and hate.
(i hide the other part away for those who i feel attempt to actually be honest... )
who knew that such a trait would ever be so hard to come by?
i may not be as thin or beautiful as the others, but i cannot help that.
i may say things that seem rude, but i am only trying to be honest,
satiate my own conscious.
someone, please tell me if i'm wrong?

this is what my logic has been reduced to.
stop.