"Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude?" ;-)

"Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude?" ;-)

Ha. Haha. I thought more people got the lyrics to bands like Pink Floyd and Nirvana like I get them, but now I think I'm nuts to even relate to any of them. Line by line. Where I don't quite agree with something, I translate it into irony and hope I'm right . . . and I think I'm right with Nirvana, but I don't think so with Pink Floyd, but maybe I am. But everybody is like "They were going through a really hard time, this and this and this were happening." I'm a little sheltered asshole, why the hell should I relate to people who have got through drugs, divorce, seen rape, seen all sorts of shit like that? But I feel the same things. The lunatic in my hall, the friends in my head, should have been a . . . shoulda had a . . . and the only pictures I like of myself are the ones where I'm being somebody else, and the only time I'm enjoying myself are when I'm not afraid to be myself, and people stare at me, and they're amused. Apparently, I'm amusing. Ha. Haha. And I like my hair short because it's out of the way, but I like it long 'cause its pretty, and I like going naked because it's comfortable, but I want people to see something else when they see me, I want people to see me. But the closer I get to being my self the more people want to change the subject, to laugh like they're scared, to think I'm joking, to make me cuter, to make me weaker, but make me stronger, but make me tell them what I am. Fuck if I know what I am, because every time I try to be my self I lose the people I love the most, and further from the life I want, and further from my mother. And closer to my father. But not like either one, because my father is chinless and my mom is selfish, and my lover don't want anybody other than what is "right", but it's okay as long as I don't talk about it. So excuse me for not giving you a picture, excuse me for stopping by to tell you what I think and running away. I want to listen to you but I don't want to know what you think of me. Let me love life from a distance. And whine like a bitch.

Passing through. The only forum I've been on for any substantial amount of time is deviantart. If you don't mind, I'll be my gender: ambiguous, and not play at any particular sex. If you ask me my name, I'll contrive one. If you ask my sex, I'll say "Yes." Even if you get it wrong. Because I don't care. I'm here to discuss, to play around, and to socialize, and if I have the chance to be judged by who I am rather than what people think when they see me, I'll snatch it up. I'm a very open person, a very creative person, and I am functionally sane but I won't lie and claim to be mentally sound. That's all for now.