Now,
Let's begin with the many things I am not.
1. Lucky.
I've never been a lucky person. I was born a middle child. See what I mean? Older sister, younger brother. Not old enough to do stupid, pointless crap. Not young enough to get away with doing stupid, pointless crap. It's a lose-lose position. Welcome to my life. I've grown up portraying virtually every version of lameness known to man. I was the kid with the crooked teeth that smiled way too much. I was the rat who tattled on the cool kids and in return, was instantly casted like a leper. I was the smart alec, less hot, less coordinated, younger sister of a popular jock.
You may have seen me. Probably not. For in this unenviable title, I disappeared into a shadow of doubt and indifference, only to emerge after four years of carnage in high school and 2 years of post-high school apathy and pity into the person I am today.
Nice to meet you. I am the gray "butterfly"... better known as a moth. And like this ignored creature, I flutter around a beaming light bulb, trying to get close without getting burned and trying to avoid the charred truth of my reality: that I will try and fail in most things I do. It's something I'm quite used to, and if that's not embarrassing enough- it's something I've grown comfortable with.
Remember, pathetic words for pathetic people.
Let's begin with the many things I am not.
1. Lucky.
I've never been a lucky person. I was born a middle child. See what I mean? Older sister, younger brother. Not old enough to do stupid, pointless crap. Not young enough to get away with doing stupid, pointless crap. It's a lose-lose position. Welcome to my life. I've grown up portraying virtually every version of lameness known to man. I was the kid with the crooked teeth that smiled way too much. I was the rat who tattled on the cool kids and in return, was instantly casted like a leper. I was the smart alec, less hot, less coordinated, younger sister of a popular jock.
You may have seen me. Probably not. For in this unenviable title, I disappeared into a shadow of doubt and indifference, only to emerge after four years of carnage in high school and 2 years of post-high school apathy and pity into the person I am today.
Nice to meet you. I am the gray "butterfly"... better known as a moth. And like this ignored creature, I flutter around a beaming light bulb, trying to get close without getting burned and trying to avoid the charred truth of my reality: that I will try and fail in most things I do. It's something I'm quite used to, and if that's not embarrassing enough- it's something I've grown comfortable with.
Remember, pathetic words for pathetic people.
