And we are so fragile, and our cracking bones make noise.

Today was weird. Considering I spent most of it in my bed and in a dream state, there was not much time left to really accomplish much, except arguing with more than one person via text and contemplating my career.

It's quite amazing the different perceptions people can have of you. Funny, today alone these words have been used to describe me: bitch, over sensitive, passive aggressive, SHY, quiet, mess, socially awkward, defensive. In the past couple of weeks: intolerant of stupidity, misunderstood, quintessential personification of a hot mess, bitch, implying an elated sense of self, spaz, hipster. Oh, I forgot the classic: BOTG. Back when I had a tight knit group of friends, I acquired the nick name: the bitch of the group. 

I really want to elaborate, but I prefer being vague. :) Apparently I also have a wall, but obviously for good reason. I really do not feel like continuing on the path that I set out for when starting this relatively pointless entry, so I am going to stop while I am ahead and spare you of the self pity and self loathing.

There are a handful of people I'd love to tell off, but unfortunately I do not think they would even care. Maybe I'll delete this in the morning. Bye.

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess.
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

We are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable, girls and boys.