Things That Drive Me Crazy!!!!

1. Grandma driving 30 in a 45.
2. Girls that like you but don't show any interest and then expect you to just magically know that they want you to ask them out ( I am so blind when it comes to these things).
3. Mowing my huge lawn with a push mower.
4. Watching Wreck It Ralph 80 times because your nieces and nephews won't watch anything else.
5. Friends that set you up on blind dates with people they know you won't like.
6. When my health crazed sister says the word "Processed" or "Organic". 
7. When my evil nephew whacks my goods with his toy golf club while I sleep on my couch ( he can be a real demon sometimes but I still love him).
8. When people eat my food.
9. When your teacher in the 6th grade makes you go to the district science fair because you went the extra mile on your project and then you get seated next to awkward mike who shows you his ability to pull out his own hair in clumps and you can't do  anything about it and your stuck with him for 2 hours straight!  wow… it felt good to get that off my chest :)  

Fears Stink

Fears stink, they hold you back, they turn your life from dids to could have dones. They fill you with regrets. I like to pretend that I don't have any fears, I solidify it in my mind and over time I almost start to believe it. Sometimes those fears start to creep up on me again and I immediately shove them back down.  Fact: Girls may like guys who are sensitive but nobody likes a sissy.

My ungrasped concept of love

Love is the tooth I lost in the grass.
Love is the meal my siblings ate before I got there.
Love is the roller coaster I was too short to ride.
Love is the girl that I was never bold enough to talk to.
Love is the vacation that I could not afford.
Love is the big fish that broke my line.
Love is the delicious dessert that I don't know how to cook.
In short, love is the inside joke that everyone seems to understand but me… :(

Am I a Robot?

I like to be alone, I distance myself from the social world but people keep dragging me back in. When I'm alone colors are richer and sounds are more crisp. I can think for myself and not for you. When I'm alone I can work in the shadows, make you think I am 2 steps ahead when really I'm 3 steps behind. When I'm alone I contemplate my image and check to see if I am the person that my mother and god would want me to be.
As I've grown, emotions became baggage or bullets for popularity assassins. It's easy to feel nothing at all rather than to feel and then fall. If I am a robot, I will stay a robot until I've decided that it is safe to drop my metal casing.