The First Dimension of the Coin: Borderline

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Borderline

I'm borderline happy and I'm borderline sad

I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad.

Good lyrics, good song, even better remix.

More to come on the relevance of these lines. I'm so sleepy. It's like 4 AM. Finally sleep kicks in!

Okay bye.

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Breakdown

The last thing I am is a cliché.
People are as they do; I am as I write.
I am pessimistic about everything to do with me.
And too blatantly realistic when it comes to everyone else.
Sometimes I feel too complicated for myself to handle.
Even though I love simplicity in anything and everything.
I'm pretty much a really tough shell to crack.
I love it when people read and acknowledge what I have to write.
I love the feeling of people playing with my hair.
Small and unusually insignificant actions make me happy.
And they also make me sad or angry.
I never hold grudges, no matter how much I complain.
Blatant predictability bores me to death.
I get attached to things, not people, a bit too temporarily.
Overdoses of niceness make me puke.
I hate being put on hold.
And I love having my way.
People who barely talk end up confusing me.
If you're not random enough, then I won't like you for long.
There's a lot about me I don't know & I'm still discovering myself.
And I have a lot more to learn.
This list is definitely not getting any shorter.