Late Nights and Dirty Looks

A collection of thoughts, anecdotes and story ideas (because my stories never go beyond the idea...).

Okay it's official.

I'm insane.


I have imaginary arguments in my head, with people I haven't seen for a long time. I talk to myself all the time and I even... play out imaginary scenarios (like getting a boyfriend). I mean I know this could be “normal” because, you know, no one really talks about what they're like when they're alone, but really I think I have a problem.

I can't get all my thoughts out. I think thats one problem. So I'm going to start trying to do that on here. Tonight I can't talk much, because technically I'm up past curfew (which is my way of saying bed time because I'm lame and have a bed time) so all I'll say is this. NEVER look at me like I'm a teen mom, just because I'm a teen and have a child in my “possession”. I'm just a baby sitter people, leave me alone.

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