I'm Not Who You Think I Am

I'm not who I think I am, you aren't who I think I am, I'm not who you think you are, I'm not who I think you are, you're not who you think I am, you aren't who I think I'm not, and I'm not who you think I should be so none of this matters and I've succeeded in confusing myself, as I am sure I confused you, which was my ultimate goal to end with.

Have you ever had a dream that felt so real you woke up crying? And sometimes you wake up, look back, and wonder why the hack you were crying because it wasn't all that sad? Well, I woke myself up in the middle of the night laughing, my dream was hilarious, but only while I was asleep. Something about someone carrying something and dropping it where it wasn't supposed to be dropped and it was funny as hell to my tired brain. But then again, we all laugh at people's mistakes, so maybe my dream wasn't as far from funny as I thought it was.

I love taking naps, but I hate doing it in public places because I know when I decide to wake up my face will be red and my arms will be asleep and I will look ridiculous with the pattern of my sleeve imprinted on my face like a very odd tattoo.

Writing gets rid of my writers block. That's the best thing about blogging (a conclusion I have come to after only one full day since creating this account) because I feel like anything is possible and if I write something no one likes then who cares? At least I'm having fun trying.