copycopypastepaste (from greatestjournal, written earlier in the day)
all these questions are reminding me that you have no clue who i am. you barely know me and we spend so much time together and talking. it's like, these random people off the internet have been asking me questions. questions that are way out there and clever and creative. and i'm stuck here knowing you don't know the answers to those and these random people do. it's like, i've never had anyone ask me questions like these until now. what's your favorite kind of muffin, what's your favorite thing to do when it's raining? when i read those questions, my mouth dropped. i've never been asked such simple questions like that. which one led to a conversation about how you only see rainbows when your a kid. it's true. it brought back memories of running around my old neighboorhood when i was a kid, in the pouring rain, and after the storm shower, a rainbow would come out and we would all be amazed by it. it's like eyes glued to the sky opposed to now, mind glued to the thought you really don't know me well. it's weird. so then there's also random messages over myspace. "are you a writer?" no one's really asked me that before, so i didn't really have an answer. "i don't consider myself a writer, because i don't think i'm very good at it, but i like to write a lot. and friends tell me i'm good at it". you know what response i got. "you're a writer. do you sing?". another question never asked thrown in my face. why can't you ask me random questions like what's my favorite kind of muffin and what i like to do while it's raining. it's like you'll never know i love the sound of rain, but hate it with a passion because it makes me depressed. it's like you'll never know i do write a lot about you, but you only skim for your name and most of it is all cryptic. your name is hidden within the sentences. so why don't you know i'm a writer? why don't you know most of the time i write about you?