I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be writing.. or "blogging."
Truth is, I'm absolutely terrified of becoming addicted to this.
Maybe I'll start a story.. something crazy, something sexy, something fun.
"IDK my BFF Rose.."
That's all that comes to mind right now.
My name is Jamie.
I live in a house.
My best friend's name is Gerry. (not really.)
Come on, does this do anything for anybody?
I'm random at most.. and I've always wondered if you can suffocate someone in a spacebag...
I'm too young to marry, but maybe.. just maybe someday.
I'm racist against EVERYONE!
White people, black people, asians, hispanics.. you name it, I'm against it.
I guess I'm against everything.
Religion, politics, people.
I've never been down with O.P.P. :~D
You could call this rebellion my teenage angst.
We all go through it at some point in time.. just like we all hit our mid-life crisis.
My point in life is to save the children of our future..
even though I'm a child myself.
I'm lost, like Jay Gatsby from Fitgerald's The Great Gatsby.
I spend my life wasting away for the bigger picture.. something that is unobtainable.
It's true, I've proposed to the love of my life.
And boy, what an idiot am I.
Let HIM propose.. maybe I'd feel more satisfied.
Want to hear a joke?
WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE!
Funny, right?
Ironic.. that I'm almost of age to vote and are too a female.
Maybe you'll want to read my pathetic writing.
Maybe you won't.
Doesn't really matter.. I'm here for my own enjoyment.
Please, feedback?
Maybe?
No?
Ahh.. that's alright.
Everyone learns to love my sense of speech.. mind.
Whatever.
I'm into writing.. maybe I'll let you in on my darkest secrets.. maybe not.
There are a lot of maybe's in this world.. and in this post.
ANGST..
there, that sums it all up.
