You say that I’m standoffish
Because I’m not the best at communication
The truth of my feelings gets lost in translation
But you can’t tell me that there’s nothing for me to stand off to
When people have read me the wrong way so many times
That I’ve gotten into the habit of closing the book
I try to figure out which person I want to be
But I change my mind too quickly
Breaking the mold before the clay can set
Nothing about me is ever cemented
Even with all of the truths that I’ve vented
I change myself for every person I meet
It doesn’t always make them like me more
They don’t get to know what I have in store
When people told me I was boring I believed them
When they told me I was low energy I believed them
When they told me I was stupid and uncool and childish I believed them
But I don’t anymore, I won’t anymore
I’m old enough now to draw my own map
I’m rapidly learning now how to fight back
And I am not the best at communication
My feelings will often get lost in translation
But I have spent most of my life being told who I am
Changing myself for you
When I’ve worked nonstop
To make myself amazing just the way I am
So you can tell me I’m standoffish
And maybe you’ll be right
But you can’t tell me that there’s nothing for me to stand off against
Lessons (A Palindrome)
Don’t waste your one life forgetting what truly matters.
Act like the smart one you are.
Try to live out your days
You have to spend your time
Trying to pursue everything society tells you to pursue
And not wasting it
Enjoying every second you get to walk on this Earth.
What’s most important in this world is
What car you can afford to drive,
not something as ridiculous as
Feelings and self-respect.
Doesn’t everyone know that humans live of off
A bank account full of zeroes,
As opposed to
A mind at peace.
Everyone should aim for
That’s where the key to bliss lies, not with
Those things don’t mean a thing when you think about it.
A mansion, wealth, and a Ph.D
Love, friends and family
All you need to be satisfied.
I wish everyone could see
Life is meant to be hard.
It’s not true that
There are no truer words said than “Happiness isn’t all we need”
If everyone wants to look back on their life with no regrets
I believe people have to
Think of life as a constant struggle.
Concern themselves with happiness.
People have to
“Shouldn’t we enjoy what little time we have here?”
Why should we?
I don’t get why people ask this.
“Why bother with stress” people say
Do people not want to live a good life these days?
Veronika's Dream Journal
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I was going on a road trip with a man who was evil and I was part of his evil plan.
He didn’t want Rozalind coming along so I had to put this yellow putty all over the black car.
Even though I put the putty everywhere, Roz still wanted to come with us.
We went by the subway station.
To the right everybody was lying down with their feet near the wall and their head next to the platform edge.
It was some type of yoga.
There was one person who was elevating himself using his muscles.
He wasn’t levitating.
His feet were still on the wall and his head was still on the ground.
Everyone to the left of the subway entrance was sitting down like normal people, but there were a lot more people than usual.
When the train came, a train came for everybody else, but the yellow-putty-covered black car came for us.
The “evil” man was already inside it, and Roz and I got inside.
We went to a nursery school in California.
There were lots of children and trees.
The nursery school was $30,000 per student per year.
I also saw a teacher.
Roz and the evil guy were no longer with me.
It was a couple of friends from school. We had to hide so that nobody would see us.
Then, we went next door to the left of the nursery, where Mayumi, Taehyun, and Camilla lived.
They were staying in California.
At some point I felt something at my feet and I realized it was a small dog.
He was really excited.
He was smaller than Yoda and a tad more brown than white.
Something like coffee with a lot of milk in it.
He was bouncing all over the place like it was nobody’s business.
His owners were really far away; something like 200 feet to the right and a little bit behind where I was standing.
They waved at me like it was okay that I was petting their dog.
I took his paws.
Then I found a red marker and started drawing smiley faces on his toes.
The marker was one of those cheap felt tip markers that run out really easily.
Then I wiggled my toes and realized I drew the smiley faces on my own feet.
It didn’t occur to me dogs don’t have toes, so I found his toes and drew smiley faces on them.
By this time, someone was pressuring me that it was time to leave.