Believe it or not

I do think, legitimately, it is bad luck for me to wear matching socks. I have not worn matching socks in years. So many years, I cannot remember how many. The closest I will get is matching patterns in different colors, but they can never be the same color.

I do actually get the hint when people don't want to spend time with me, even if it's not the hint I want to get. I'm just stubborn.

I meditate in the shower. My mind never shuts up. Most people have a little voice; I have a debate team, at least six different instruments, a lawn mower, and a choir. The white noise of the shower water helps drown that shit out so I can get some inner stuff taken care of.

I bleached my hair seven times to get it light enough to turn lavender. It took 3.5 months. I dye it every week; mixed into a concoction and saran wrapped to my head for a minimum of one hour. (It's usually closer to 3-4) I'm dedicated.

I am arrogant and shy at the same time. I don't understand either. I am also curious and introverted, intense and soft, loud and invisible. I might be an alien.

I'm an alien.

Believe it or not-

                                 It's past my bedtime

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