The Shrew
meet joelle. , the oft dissastisfied cyinc/realist, whose hermitic tendencies tend to interfere with her social life.
i was born. somewhere along the way i think i died. the end i sometimes wish i were male - not least because then my sexuality would be indisputable. mostly i cling to the mundane, the everyday things - yet my wandering mind is more or less in a state of unease in a structured environment the little that i cherish, i cherish ardently to thrive, i need only to slip on a pair of headphones i notice everything and nothing my true love is an echo - (s)he has never spoken to me, for me « back |
