Wednesday, May 19, 2010

You're Never Gonna See the Things That Will Come of Me

I wanted to write a blog. And I'm going to, because I have that freedom, and I'm lucky.

Luck is a lady, and she's a slut for my good looks. I mean, hey, greed and selfishness is necessary. If you don't look out for yourself, who else is going to? It's your job to look out for yourself, and you can help others along the way if it won't hurt you. No one else is responsible for your well-being.

I'm far from hurtable right now. She's coming with me. Oh hell yes. I'll make sure of it. You know why? Because she's pretty, because she's different, because she could use it, because I have plans for her, and because I have that power.

I'm a powerful kid. People don't notice it, but I really am. I'm persuasive, attractive, silver-tounged, and downright maniacal. Maniacal isn't always bad, sometimes it's just... beneficial. I can get my way if I want it bad enough.

Cockiness is just the result of realizing your abilities.

I'm also a very humble child. I know when I'm trumped, and I know how to behave in those situations.

She's cool. She sees this and she'll know it's about her. She knows what's going on. She's strong. She's solid on her opinions. She's downright beautiful. Awkwardness is a good thing.

I can trust her.

I'm a teenager, my life is supposed to be focused around girls. I found a good one.

Things are going to happen.

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