so there was an article in the paper today about me.
yay! publicity!
or something like that.
honestly, i know getting yourself out there is supposed to be great, but it scares me.
today in bio, we learned that single-cell creatures don't even know they're alive. how? how can you WANT to be alive when you don't even KNOW you are?
that's how i feel. confused and non-existent.
well, obviously i exist. i yell and dance and frolic everywhere i go.
but i mean that no one really considers me their best friend. i'm just the k, the constant variable in their life, the one they can always count on to be happy even when they are pissed.
i'm tired of being the constant. i never get to be the tired one, the quiet one, the lonely one, the angry one.
i'm consistently and overwhelmingly happy.
and it sucks.
