what's wrong

What is wrong with me? I ask this question often. I get many answers like, "I don't know", or "Oh Kara, you're normal". But most just laugh. I have come to a conclusion, everything is wrong with me.

I am short, rude, and incredibly weird. I have a great attitude towards somethings, others a terrible one. I hate people, but I can't seem to stay away. I love my gospel, sadly it often irritates me. I can't seem to make my mind up about anything. I make wrong choices, and I am fully aware of it. I wear weird, not matching clothing. My hair is an odd color(I'm letting it fade to it's natural state). I like funny music. Yes, I love it when guys have long hair. I have the hand writing of a boy. I pretend to be confident, but I'm really really not(the people who know me best see this). If I didn't have spell check, I don't know where I'd be. When I love something, I love it with all of me. I'm called a listener. I rarely cry. I don't sleep well at night, which is why I think I have a sleep disorder. No one in my family really knows who I am, or what I want. The thought of a dog being killed makes me want to cry more than having a human being killed. I'm all talk, and not a lot of action. I love writing on this blog, because I basically have no life. I seriously watch spongebob almost every day, it's bad. I have the body shape of a 11 year old girl. My hand are named grandma hands on a count that they are super wrinkly and rough. I don't do anything physical. I don't have very good grades, but I could care less.

I could go on for hours and hours, but I won't. I am one of a kind, and I'm not sure if that is good or bad. Why I have friends, I don't know.

love,
kara

Without You-Motley Crue



p.s. I still want that summer romance, and i'll keep saying till i get it(: