In times like this, moving on with one's life seems impossible, and eating the entire contents of one's fridge seems inevitable. So I can give up, and accept permanent state of spinsterhood and eventual eating by dogs, or I cannot and this time I choose not!!!!

It's not ur fault,
ur born this way,
bred this way from the start,
it just so happens that everything u touch, see, do, wear, talk to, eat, look at, think about, watch, or hear is cool....
it's not my fault,
it just happens to be,
that everything i look at, want, see, do, think about, hear, wear, attempt, or talk to is average, mainstream, run-of-the-mill, ordinary.
we live in two seperate worlds, u and i, and it's not our faults that these parallel universes don't collide, it's just fate, it's God's way, it's just that,-- parallel,-- never to cross or come any closer.
u don't do it on purpose ur just this way...
if u could change it all, would u?
for me if u had a choice would u?
i think not, i think u don't know that u could, and i doubt u ever would....
it's not my fault i don't change the world...it's just the way things go,
i can wish i may, wish i might,
i can try w/the best of them,
but still i remain middle-ground...
i pathetically try with my outlandish pink jackets, my quirky smile, and my plastic rainboots to stand out, but pssh-not, i just look like i'm trying too hard....
i work with all i have to project this false persona of confidence and achievement...
i try with all my might to break out of the mold that i've been so harshly catagorized into, but i fall short (heck i am short)
i may never be in ur world...but here's where i win--- you'll never be in mine.
changedfish, the mold i'm in