i still don't understand why people like me... i'm perplexed... i think i'm a figment of their imagination... i read words that my friends write me and i feel that they are talking about an alien from out of space... is that really me i ask myself?! how can it be?! very very strange... that i exist that is... cause i always thought i'm invisible... i must be a figment... a fig... ment... figment.
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i have always wanted to be a fig too..
well, not really a fig honestly i never wanted to be a fruit.. well i am not anyways..
oh and that.. in my case it's like reverse.. people just dont like me..
it's kinda nice.. i have a lot of time to myself...
i like it, figs have a lot of time to themselves..
i always wanted to be a horse..
how about multiple character disorder?
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