I start off a lot of sentences with “I pretend…”

I can never make up my mind. And when I do make up my mind, it probably wasn’t the best choice. I worry. All the time. I have a no worries tattoo. I got the tattoo to prove myself wrong. I’ve done a lot of things in life to prove myself wrong.

I’m cliche. I became who I am today because of a boy who had my heart in 8th grade. I’ve never been able to truly keep a friend, and I think it’s my fault. I don’t know if I believe in forever, but I believe in a lot of things.

I am sarcastic, and wouldn’t have it any other way. I say too much without saying anything. I think I’m intelligent, but I’m too lazy to do anything about it. I procrastinate, and digging myself holes has become my lifestyle. I feel closest to someone when I hold their hand.

I miss my past, and fear the future.

Michaela Says,

This is me. Take it or leave it.