so… i am decidedly bad at talking about myself.
so maybe i’ll write it
because my brain thinks sentences are overrated
and the ideas don’t like it either
i’m seventeen years old
though often i feel i’d be
more at home in the seventeenth century
but here i am to
unlock myself from inside my head
cause i’m done hiding in there
and also the wallpaper really needs changing
i mean not that you can see it very well
cause there’s no windows
so it gets kinda dark sometimes
so i’ll just be here,
trying to make sense of
myself, God, and everything else.
i’ll just be here and
you can come along with these words i recycle
i am an INFP and
i write poetry words
and uncooperative story words.
also my cat says hi
well, she kinda doesn’t but let’s just pretend she did
so she can be known
as sometimes nice and not
100% Rude Little Cat.
i’m thinking this about page
is fairly lame
but y’know i’m just not gonna worry about it
not sure how to end this so
and i wish you a good day
and a good tomorrow, too