I am dragged by colourful skies.
I want to be strange and weird, but can’t always be.
I want to be brave, but I can’t.
Sometimes I don’t want to think, but I have to.
I hate anger.
I want to call up my friends but can’t.
I blame myself for almost everything.
I like talk that sounds official. Like ‘we have a record for a stolen pre-owned vehicle’.
I believe in miracles.
I hate butterflies. I am afraid of them.
I don’t like people who are always smiling and laughing.
I don’t like popcorn.
Don’t even ask why I wrote this.