Demons

I've never had any 'past demons' or 'skeletons in the closet'.

I've been brought up in a healthy, happy environment with enough luxuries and an adoring family.

I've always been strong emotionally and I'm thick headed half the time.

So, I've never actually known what real pain is.

Or the real troubles of life.

Honestly, I live in a bubble.

In this bubble, I frolic about with my happy thoughts and inane musings.
And most people might think that I'm self centred or shallow.
Although, truthfully, I just dream a lot.
I care about all my friends and my family so much that I would do anything for them.
They're mine.
But back to the issue at hand.
I daydream a lot. I get distracted. I think about nothing to everything.
My mind is like the middle of Times Square on a busy working morning.
But for a few months, I cant seem to shake this feeling off.
Maybe it just angoisse d'adolescent or maybe its something else.
Maybe its a boy?
Not likely. I haven't found anyone remotely interesting enough for quite some time. Or someone who can
keep up with my ravings.
Bah. I'm picky, I guess.
I still don't have any demons.
I don't know if I want them.
I just want to know how it feels?
I honestly don't comprehend what inspidious, befuddling ravings I have composed.
Lord Help Me.
Who is reading this stuff anyway?
You stupid sack of wine, no one is.
I must stop conversing with myself.
See ya when I see ya,
That Girl with the Smile.