Well this is going to sound arrogant but the first thing I thought to
put up here for some reason was to say my whole life people have told
me they thought I was from a different world. Literally, I've heard
from a child of God to an alien from who knows where. Ahh I don't know
why but I sort of like this about myself. Sorry, I just tend to not
have mental filters, everything I say is exactly what I'm thinking. So
if you aren't good with brutality and honesty this is not a girl you
probably want to get to know. I used to like sweets but these days I
think something's wrong with me. What kind of monster doesn't like a
cupcake?! Me, apparently. I used to climb this tree in my backyard,
this big apple tree from the perspective of a five year old, and for
some reason I was convinced if I could reach the very tips of those
branches, the wind would pick me up and I would burst into little
particles of golden light and float away and blanket the world. But I
never made it. I also take showers and run outside to my swingset,
because I've always hoped my hair would smell like sunshine and wind.
Maybe it does but I think it mostly just gets really tangled. It never
rained in my childhood, every day was sunny. That doesn't happen often
enough. You know, my buddy and I decided I must have at one point
amused some god out there enough for them to bless me with extreme
luck, because whether I ask for it or not, things just turn out well
for me, though I know no one wants to hear that bit of nonsense. I
work hard. I've always wanted to be a storyteller. I always thought
it's a shame there are no more storytellers of the world, until I
realized I've always wanted to be an actress for a reason. I wonder
why it is the moon always seems more lonely than the sun, when the
moon has all the little star friends around it. Or maybe the moon is a
prisoner of the stars? Maybe that's why it's so beat up? At any rate,
I like the moon better. We talk. I decided the moon feels like a he,
though my previously mentioned buddy can't see him as anything other
than a rock that floats in the sky. That seems stranger to me, though.
She's like an alien too. Jesus this is turning into a fucking novel.
If you're reading at this point I say bravo.