I Am

I am ashamed of a whole lot of white people right now. They’ve always thought they were superior to everyone else, but this is just getting ridiculous. I seriously cannot deal with all this hate in the world.

I am not really sure why I’ve been told a lot lately that I need to get a boyfriend. I’m really good at being alone, and I actually don’t mind it. I have my own stuff to deal with, and it’s more bed space for me.

I keep on waiting for something to happen. But I’m not sure what. I think this happens to most people, but the feeling is weird. I don’t like it.

I believe in check yourself before you wreck yourself and that everything happens for a reason.

I wish I graduated college with my friends. A couple of good things have happened to me since I left school, but I genuinely feel like I’m behind everyone else, and I can’t seem to catch up. A lot of the time, I still feel like a child.

I love it whenever I get to see someone show great passion for things they love. It is honestly so admirable to watch a person, whether they be a friend or stranger, to become so excited about something, that they are almost animated.

I dance when I’m happy. I dance when I’m eating. I dance when I really have to pee. And I’ll dance just about anywhere…just as long as I’m alone, or comfortable enough with those around me.

I sing along to literally every song I know, especially during car rides. I don’t go all out or anything, but I feel like I can’t help myself. If there’s a song playing, I know it, and I like it, I’m singing along. Don’t mind me. (And if you do, that sucks for you.)

I think that I’m bad at keeping good relationships with people. I don’t know if I truly am or not, but I feel like I am. This is mostly because I feel insecure when it comes to socializing, and I don’t talk to anyone on a daily basis except the people I live with.

I really enjoy hearing old people’s life stories. I just find that they’re much more fascinating than younger people. And the fact that they’ve done and been through so much is incredible.

I need to learn how to let things go, and to forgive. I know that holding grudges are bad for the mind and the soul, but I just can’t help myself. Something inside of me just can’t seem to let the past be just that.

I should probably find a couple new hobbies, or at least enjoy the ones I already have more often. I’ve been spending way too much time on YouTube lately.

I can sing the alphabet backwards and spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious on the spot. I also happen to be really good at remembering song lyrics, birthdays, and random facts.

I make sure all the doors are closed and locked before I go to bed every night. I basically made it a part of my nightly routine, as well as walking around the house to make sure everything and everyone is where they belong. And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s normal.

I always question everything; I’m essentially that random five year old everybody knows that asks, “Why?” to every little thing I’m told.

Prompt: Answer these in list form: I am, I am not, I keep, I believe, I wish, I love, I dance, I sing, I think, I really, I need, I should, I can, I make, I always.

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A twenty-two year old who lives through words and her Netflix account. She makes herself laugh more than others, and she claims that she is okay with that.

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