What makes me, me?
by life_is_sweet on September 29, 2006I say of course God makes me, me. And the people I know. Meaning Matthew, Georgia, Mom and Dad.
And I am Joyce because of the way I walk, and the way I don't play sports. The way I hate rainy days, and how I can't listen to music and talk to Matt at the same time. I hide my face when ashamed, and I skip, if walking, when I say something dumb. My lips form a triangle in the center of my mouth that shows my teeth. I've had short hair for 3/4's of my life. I don't like makeup, and I don't enjoy shopping. I can't sing, and I wish I could. I can't dance, I don't mind I can't. I have a terrible memory. I love reading, but I normally need to nap right after. I don't want a job. I don't want to be like everyone else, I feel like I'm like everyone else. I don't want to give in to peer pressure. I don't want to ever touch any form of substance. I want to be above the influence. I am in love, and my life centers around one relationship that means more then anything to me. And I remember random memories from my childhood. I like to clean, but I never clean. I like things organized.
I'll add more later.
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