chang his ways

I guess im the only person that doesnt really have much of a life story. I dont have emotional devastation, because i have never allowed myself to be emotionally attached to a lot of people, just immediate family. I cry in front of friends, but i try not too. I never opened up to many friends, only a few. I dont cary many secrets, but just black spots on my conscience. I dont have burdens, just worries. My life story is not at all comparable to degrassi or some other canadian teenage drama. It just consists of a big mess of worries, blown out of proportion. Worries that other people wouldnt really think of that jog through my mind at night.

Im not about to spit some emo crap at you, because thats not me. When i smile, its genuine, not a mask. I dont hurt myself for relief, but i will say that i have hurt others around me, for nothing. I push away friendships and instead keep steady aquaintances. I am not about to tell you that you dont know the real me, because thats a lie. I feel like im not a person of layers. You dont need to know me long to figure me out. But im not about to let you bully me, or be my friend. I am always floating in the middle with people in my life.

With everyone i know, there are no strings,

but sometimes i wish there were.