my random musings, now in words.
Being dependent, ay?
Well sometimes I think I am strong emotionally, but really I am just a scaredy cat. Really. Sometimes I am shy for doing the most ridiculous things. Sometimes I fear to do something alone, eventhough I pretty much think I am a loner. A misfit. Or something like that. Sometimes I crave for attention, but suddenly I wish people would’nt know my existance. Sometimes I think hot guys who smokes are a complete turn-off but sometimes I think when gentlemen did it, it makes em more manly. And sometimes when I think I know what to write for a certain post, I actually do not know any. It’s just a plain mind game. And it is lethargic.