I’m Just A

you know how they say, ‘i felt like i had the wind knocked out of me’ - well that’s as succinct and as precise as it gets.

we all need an identity. i’ve never been the sort of person who allows other people to tell me what i am. but right now i feel like the slice of lemon floating on the surface of my diet coke. i feel like one of the few hundred gossip and fashion magazines on the white shelves directly opposite me. i feel like any face on the street, like some girl on Friendster. what’s the word for it… random. random is the word. you know how everyone likes to say they’re random? “i’m totally random,” they will exclaim. or “i say the most random things!”. well, i hate it. dont fucking tell me i’m random. dont fucking say i’m random. i was not a product of chance, and i am most certainly not your random chick.

no one is random. no one is that disposable. no one is “just a..” anything.

March 19th, 2007