while everyone has sex...

i read books and write scribbles on sheets my mom or dog will one day find hidden in my closet reserved for winter coats. i am not unique, nor am i same. i am a reader, wishing i was interesting enough to be a character myself. i am a writer, a mute one in fact, this is all they hear of me. i rent movies, and while i do - dog cuddled in and fan powered to high - i realize that i watched it just so that i could tell her and one day i would be one of the "others", you know, the ones NOT watching the movies alone on Saturday nights.

i am a mess. i make up "she's" in my stories because no one really cares about spirituality or family life. i know this because these are the things that distant friends ask about over social networks. they ask about these things because they feel they have a right. but people are not entertained by these things. people want what they're not supposed to have. it's why teenagers watch porn and girls read vampire novels.

define tragedy: Nicholas sparks writes about his inability to hear God's voice or his wrestling's with Paul's letter to the Roman church instead of writing the greatest love story of the decade.

i have no chance to please this world.
and i'm beginning to be alright with that.