Knock Knock

Who's at my doorstep?

No, no, offense was not my intention. I just wanted you to know that I'm okay. I have no idea what I'm doing, I haven't a clue as to what I want to be when I grow older, or to who I am now as apposed to who I'll be in the future. No one really finds themselves, they may find a direction they want to take, but because of all of the experiences you go through, including those you haven't, make up who you are, you never really find yourself. It's like playing a game of hide and seek with a broken mirror. But I haven't even found I direction, a calling. All I pray for at night is someone who will stick with me by my side throughout all of the tough times, someone who will just be there for me. I suppose that's sorta selfish. Why should I get Mr. Perfect when there's tons of other people out there who deserve him more then I do?

So who's at my doorstep?

You.

Again.

I won't turn you away. If I want Mr. Perfect so badly then why am I pushing away Almost Decent? No, what I really want is one of those adult friends that I can go to for anything, and they wouldn't judge me. I'm not a book, although you can read my face like I own my own library. I guess I need to just appreciate what I have and not worry over what I don't. It's like the saying, "Why when we seek happiness do we so often find pain? Well instead of wishing for sunshine, learn to dance in the rain."

I never said I was perfect.

But you're pretty fucked up.