To WHERE it may concern:

It seems, I've forgotten how to write.

I've been typing and deleting. Typing and deleting. Typing. And. Deleting. For the past few minutes now and all I'm left with is this.

Just. This.

Oddly enough, as soon as I got to admitting how I've forgotten to do what I was supposed to do, there it came, somewhat naturally. And I can't seem to stop now.

Could it be possible that there are just too many things on my mind, that I just can't seem to focus on just one thing long enough to actually be able to comprehend any of it?

I feel like a mess. You know the kind that somebody left on the floor for someone else to clean up. It's a wonderful feeling, I tell you, but I doubt that you would believe me.

I'm complicated. And worse yet, I'm a complication. I guess that's the problem.

I would get up and defend myself from the countless accusations that are being thrown at me, but I do not see the point. People would always choose to believe what they want to believe. And so with their choice, I'm making my own choice to quietly observe from the far corner of the room. To speak when spoken to, but to watch and to listen all the time. I choose to do this, because the argument from the other side would be that whatever they say is all true.

And they're probably right...

But hey... What do I know?

Afterall, I am a college dropout, with a physical appearance that goes below the standard. I'm prissy and I'm high maintenance. I'm an ostentatious flirt. I'm crass and I'm vulgar. I also seem to carry around a lot of baggage, but really that's just because I'm overweight. Drama follows me wherever I go, because I am a drama queen. I'm unbelievably shallow and I'm passionately and unpredictably out of my mind. I'm intimidating and I'm flamboyantly proud, although I do have reasons for being the way I am if they could just do their homework, they would know. But yes, you see, they're right... I'm also a hypocrite, I gossip, and I think that I'm better than everyone else... But then again, I'm not the one who's talking about me behind my back.


As Always,
D.


P.S.: I'm not going to hold this against you. We all have our reasons. Everyone talks. So just keep talking. I'll just be here in my quiet little corner listening to you.