the “I” in me…
I am a story, albeit an incomplete one.
I said don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me, and I meant it.
I wish I could live in Thailand during the summers.
I miss my college days.
I wonder all the time, about everything
I sing off tune, but with so much confidence
I cry when something inside moves me deeply.
I write only when I want to, otherwise try as I might there will be no words to make coherent sentences
I confuse between needing and wanting sometimes.
I need to day dream for a bit everyday
I should not get too emotionally attached.
I finish everything i start and put my mind to

i need to day dream more than a bit every day….
maybe its a scorpio thing?
why must it always be about you?
maybe it’s a scorpio thing?
its my blog!!!! so why can’t it be about me?
and why are you obnoxious on this forum also?
So you ever going to write again? Or is this another one of your attempts (failed?) at writing, Maria?
PS: I’m not really obnoxious.