I miss my old blog where I was able to write pages and pages of emotional, yet genius dribble. I don't even remember what I was able to talk about for so long. I wish I hadnt have deleted all my posts. Where did the creative flow go? I was really very good.
Also I've decided that I'm quite big headed and I live through people complimenting me, which has turned me into a needy, distracting bitch who must whine to get her way.
And I really don't mind sitting by myself and thinking. How terrible would it be to be so insecure that you har to make conversation all the time. I quite like the comfortable silences in conversation. And I'm not the kind of person who has to waste their time making awkward conversation with people in your classes at the bus stop. Everyone knows that everyone would be content if we just werent talking. Rather, dreaming up senarious and contemplating my existence is much preferable. I can be a damn good introvert when I want to be, I often pretend that I can't hear people who annoy me because I'm looking off into the distance thinking about something I'd rather be doing.
I also enjoy spending time with people yet not engaging with them. Like Darcy sleeping in my bed while I play Sims or studying with Elsa in the library or doing my homework in Chris' bed while he makes music. I just like the comfortableness, yet support that spending time with other people give you. That's why I want siblings because at any time you were bored you could just go annoy/talk to them in their room and have sleep overs with them. Yes, I know most siblings aren't best friends but I know i'd be best friends with mine. Even if they were a social climbing, pretentious douchebag, at least I could tease them about it.
