Toots

Mean Mr. Mustard
2002-04-30 02:05:26 (UTC)

Dear dear diary, I want to tell my secrets

I like the word/phrase "brick-a-brack."

I think everyone should just do whatever they want to do
for one day.

I have to move out of my house. I'm not a child anymore,
and my parents seem to continuously forget that. I am 20.

I like the way it feels to get hammered and talk about all
the things I never have the courage to bring up while sober.

I am lazy. I don't care.

I've made committments to people and things that I truly
regret, and I am constantly looking for ways to get out of
it.

I like to sit and stare. I'm rarely bored.

I like to drive fast. Real fast.

I think that if I would talk more to strangers, I might be
a compulsive liar. I have a lot of stories I'd like to
tell, with me as the main character, and none of them are
true.

I have issues, and I'm getting bored with trying to work
them out.

I truly love the people who are close to me, but I have
trouble letting "outsiders" get too close.

I used to be someone else. I was never myself. Even now, I
think I'm only starting to become who I am.

I question authority. Who says that just because you're the
boss you know what's right?

I question other people's motives, but I usually end up
believing they're true and honest.

I trust that every single person in this world has
something to offer, something beautiful and something
wonderful. Sometimes it's just buried deep and hard to find.

Patience is wonderful.

Love is beautiful.

Sex is horrifying.

There can be a sexual love without sex. I'm determined to
find it.

There, that's me in a nutshell.

love,
meghan




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