I stole this from Jaclyn:
I am not easily offended.
I hurt, but that doesn't bother me as much as the cold.
I love most things about you.
I hate when people threaten me physically because I don't like to hurt people.
I fear a cage. Oh, and zombies.
I hope despite myself.
I hear some things that you thought I didn't.
I crave strawberry milkshakes sometimes.
I regret only one thing, and I'm not going to talk about it here.
I cry in my sleep, apparently.
I care. It may seem like I don't, but I do.
I always leave.
I long to test my mettle.
I feel alone dancing after a few drinks under dizzying lights to some good, loud music.
I listen, but I don't always remember.
I hide in my stories.
I drive the way a one-armed monkey swings through the trees. (Decently, but if the monkey tries to change the radio station...)
I sing songs just to get them stuck in people's heads. ("And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever...")
I dance better when I've had a drink.
I write a lot of crap. But some of it floats to the top.
I play well with others.
I miss spending my lunch hours in the middle school library,
and then staying after to use the computer and write stories about a chihuahua and an iguana, or my superhero, "Jim Reaper."
I search for things but I don't really look for them.
I learn from reading stories.
I feel like I've been drunk. (Ask a glass of water.)
I know how to get water from a cactus and how to be a good companion.
I say what I think is funny. Of course, every good joke contains a grain of truth, so I also say what I think is true.
I succeed in surprising myself.
I fail to try.
I sleep at odd times.
I wonder what people want from me.
I want to tell a good story.
I worry that I'll die of something lame, like tripping over a kitten.
I have to learn how to stay.
I give my companionship.
I fight when I can win, and when it's worth winning.
I wait for myself to get fed up.
I need to be alone.
I am frustrating to some people.
I think that there doesn't seem to me a middle ground for me.
I can't help the fact that I find most things very, very, funny.
I sit in silence because I have nothing that makes music for me anymore.