I'm kind of a weird person.
For one thing, I hate Sundays. For now, at least. Sunday mornings, everyone is home and about, and I feel invaded. 5 out of 7 of my mornings I have completely to myself. I wake up an hour before I go to work, just for the solitude of the house. Sure, nothings on TV and house noises make me a bit paranoid, but I'm alone. I prefer the space. I can do what I want to do.
I'm a bit of a loner. Having trouble making friends have made me that way. It's pathetic. I loved books when I was younger, and felt more friendly with the characters in my own mind growing up than most kids in my school.
Characters in a book seem less frustrating to me than people, even when I was frustrated by a character's actions. Characters weren't mean to me or disclude me. They were just there, doing their thing in the book.
I guess human nature just frustrates me in general. I've always been frustrated by my family. I've never felt like I was able to just EXPRESS how I feel. So surprise!! I'm a mess!
Whatever. I'm weird. I'm weird. I speak my mind and sometimes say things they can be perceived as wrong. Or ''not nice''.
So, I'm outspoken, when I'm able to actually verbally express myself in a way that is understood. I have such a hard time speaking sometimes, if I could actually speak at a speed people could understand, I'd never shut up.
I'm a loner with a boyfriend. Who likes me, which shocks me. Who the hell would ever want me around?