do you believe me yet?

I believe in fairytales.

I believe in friends who will never really pull through.

I believe you will text me back when you never really do.

I believe the things people say about me that I know

Aren't true.

I believe the scary stories you hear when you're kids.

I believe you'll like me again

even though I may not have a chance.

I believe you don't know

when you do.

I believe I am good at dancing. (no comment on what you may think)

I believe I have talent.

I believe that if I keep a flashlight by my bed I will never see the dark.
I believe I can be a half-hipster and steal ideas that I think are cool.

But.

I also believe in Christ.

I believe in being my best self.
I believe I'll find someone who loves me
for who I am.
I believe I can be beautiful.
I believe in family.
I believe that ridiculous dreams can be realities.
But most of all.
I believe in you, and I believe in me.

For all those who have self-esteem lessons at church every week that
make you feel like a complete loser
Because you can't seem to pull 'pretty' out of your name.
I'm sorry. (same as me.)

Don't think I'm a copycat if you've done this before.
This list has long ago been written and could go on and on.
but whats wrong with me copying anyways?
After all, copying is
the highest form of flattery.

also.
my grandpa said I looked skinny today.
best compliment I have received all week.
from my grandpa, That. is the highest form of flattery. 

Monday, Monday.

So good to me.
Monday, Monday,
It was all
I hoped it would be
--the Mamas and the Papas.

Unfortunately, It was all I hoped it would be
And Nothing More.
Just a plain old monday.

But I'm just wondering,
How do you build a shrine?
I mean, you would have to be
Seriously Obsessed
to build a shrine for someone.
Don't you think?
This reminds me of Paul Blart.

Dangit.
I was unable to retrieve a photo of
Pahud's Shrine
on the Internet.

Thats okay.
Just watch Paul Blart.

Anyways, today
I went to school.
School is weird. I don't know why I'm
always so Worried about what
other People think about me.
I mean, I don't care about the vast majority of them
or what they do,
or who they are,
so why am I worried that they are judging me?

I don't know.
Human nature is Puzzling.

Or is it just my nature?

Forever My Own Human,
Kalli.

(That was kind of formal,
You know you liked it. )