Oh...SO cliché!
What's so cliché about me? Everything, I tell you...everything. I'm typical. But who's to say what's typical? I complain about not having a boyfriend, I complain when i have one. This said argument obviously assumes I complain all the time. But back to being cliché. Who's to say what's cliché? How do you even define that word? I feel really inspired today, to possibly write about something other than him. (But i'm typical...yet again..and don't leave out cliché).
I cry over little things. I constantly make references to sex, I rebel against my parents to show them my capabilities and independence-of which I am quickly gaining and using to its' full extent, and playing up on the fact that you're supposed to think I'm hot shit, when I can hardly even imagine myself as such.
On that note, my writing, I feel, is very cliché. It's your typical teenage angst. Apparently I inspire people with my writing. But what's so great about it? Nothing. It's no different than many others and I'm far from original. But i'll let them think what they want, okay? A little false leading on never hurt anybody. Or so i think.
I give in to what people say about me. Very hard to believe I'm an inspiration, caring, and beautiful girl. Ha! I find it quite humorous that my babbling, of which it really is, can spark people to whip out words of their own. The caring part, well yeah, I am, but I can be one hell of a bitch if the timing is right. The beautiful part, well hey, I can't disagree. Although, I'm sorry my pants are a size 10. I'm very insecure over that, always thinking any boy will leave me for a thinner girl, as if thinner equals better. Well fuck you, and fuck your ideals. See, if that's not your normal teenage bullshit, and I wasn't your typical and cliché bullshitter, there would be nothing too great about me.
Who needs to act 40 when you're really 18. Not I. Not anyone. Sometimes i'd rather be more of a fascination than an inspiration, but hell, if that's the best I can do at this age, than so be it. In the meantime, pass me my Glamour.
4/10/00