I Often Cannot Believe The

If You Think I'm Annoying And Preachy Now, You Should Have Known Me In Grade School.

My Voice And Movements Are Restricted By The Things I Own.

This Boy Thinks I Am Not Of His Species, That I Am Some Other Kind Of Creature, One That Can Be Crushed Under The Weight Of A Phone Book. The Pain Is Not Great, But The Symbolism Is Disagreeable.

Why Do You Want To Be On The Real World? Because I Want Everyone To Witness My Youth. Why? Isn't It Gorgeous?

Still Though, I Think If You're Not Self-obsessed, You're Probably Boring.