the fact about fiction is that it's always in your head. | 02/01/2009 |
Currently: [Tick Tock:] 1158pm
[Ends In Y:] Sunday
[Munching:] Nothing
[Slurping:] Starbucks
[Not Naked:] Northwestern hoodie & yoga pants
[Air Pollution:] Valencia: The Space Between
[Chit-Chatting:] Jena... Away Message Says... I'm having a ridiculous amount of trouble writing my English paper.... 
Scream Me A Love Song. Hi, I'm Shannon.
I keep secrets.
I tell lies.
I'm flawed.
I'm full of faults.
I love.
I hate.
I'm random.
I'm lame.
I'm ridiculous.
I can be rude.
I can be mean.
I'm not perfect.
And I've never claimed to be.
I'm a closed book.
I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve.
I frown.
More then I smile.
I'm a walking contradiction.
I'm as shy as I am outgoing.
I'm loud.
But, I'm also insanely quiet at times.
The glass is always half empty.
I'm pessimism at it's finest.
I can't sit still for long periods of time.
I have a very short attention span.
Although, sometimes the most random of things can keep me amused for hours.
I can't seem to ask for help.
Even when I need it most.
I have a bigger heart then people think.
And it breaks more often then it should.
But, at the end of the day, I'm just me.
And everyday people amaze me and disappoint me.
Just as I'm sure I do them.
I never said I made sense.
Why try and find an explanation now?
Shannon
[For those of you that weren't aware... These words are mine. I didn't find them on some website and decide to post them... They were written by me. They belong to me.]
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