i'm a
narcoleptic insomniac. i love reading but never read for school until it's too late, only for a minute to go moonlighting in the twilight.
i'm a
reticent schizophrenic. she poked my shoulder and sat and talked next to me without anything but the provocation of my stare and then i felt warm inside.
it's, uh
unfamiliar territory. but i don't want to get lost again, like before.
i'm a
little bitch.