Perfect Post for a Rainy Saturday.

Bill Cosby--My Favorite Person.

I was born a Happy Person.

I am happy.

Happy like...

I was on Christmas when I received a 

Soft Serve Ice Cream Maker.

I'm more than just satisfied,

I think I'm truly ecstatic.

Truly, my room isn't clean,

which can be considered more

of a pet peeve than ever,

and I'm running in he(ck) 

every other day,

but 

I'm lovin this life.

Now, tomorrow you'll see me and 

I'll probably be [fake]-happy again.

Which I feel like I usually am.

Because usually I am upset about something.

But just today, I realized.

Its not [fake]-happy!

I've tried to fake happy.

Its near the impossible.

And as much as I'd like to 

draw attention to myself by being

overly depressed

sad

and upset,

I'm afraid that's just not going to work.

Before, I thought that the way I could get you

to notice me

Was to be completely 

invisible.

I thought that I was so sad

that if I could just cry in your arms

Any person would sympathize with me

and become my friend.

However,

Today I realized.
That is obviously not me,

that is obviously

a completely different being inside of me

who feels like they are starved of attention 

even though I'm getting plenty of it.

I can't say I'm super popular,

but I have friends, 

and I'm definitely not a shy person.

It is incredibly hard for me to stay angry at someone

for more than one or two minutes

and It is even more improbable

that I would ever fall victim to a depression.

Its true.

I don't know why,

but

I was born 

a Happy Person.

so, its my life

welcome,
its my life.
You never know what you'll get, but you can expect a lot of
surprises,
irony,
and coincidences.
If you're lucky, you could be thrown into one of my more recent rages.
I lie about wanting to go to homecoming.
I say I don't.
But only because
I'm not going to get asked.
It's okay though.
It's okay.
If you want to really know me,
you probably never will.
I like to fake my secrets
and create my alter life.
I make my own excitement.
I control my dreams.
and I am usually happy.
Even if I pretend that I'm not.
You know that I'm upset
when I'm crying.
And you know that I'm jealous
when I can't keep my eyes in one place.
You know that I'm nervous
When I can't stop talking.
and you know that I'm lying
when I'm at a loss of words.
Meet the girl
without a boyfriend
because I keep my standards high.
Don't ask me why I do it.
Sometimes I ask myself the same question.
Most of the time
I'm afraid of what
could happen.
I need someone who
can just say yes or no
to every decision I want to make.
Speaking of decisions.
I hate them.
If there's anything I'm more afraid of
than spiders,
its decisions.
I know, I'm
a baby.
But
Think about it.
My decisions affect so many
people.
and I could make so many
people
Unhappy.
Let me tell you something else
(you being the reader, if there are any)
I can have self control
if I want to.
I am kind
if I want to be.
I'm dramatic
When I'm attention starved.
And when I don't give you a hug,
I still want one.