i am not really from this planet, or even from this universe. Sometimes, i get the urge to break dishes and cups, or wreck my car.
Sometimes, i'll go outside at night and talk to stars, like they can hear me or something. Every once in a while, if i'm quiet enough, they answer me. When i was a little girl, i would try to run away. My cat would always follow me, and i'd tell her to stay home, but she never would. i scared my parents a lot because i would crawl through the briars behind my house and get so far away, i couldn't hear them calling my name. i think about things like that a lot. i also used to cry a lot, saying that i wanted to go home when, supposedly, i was already there. i still do sometimes, because i miss my home (which doesn't really "exist") so much.
i collect lots of things, like, jewelry/music boxes, words, fortune cookie papers, bottle caps, random things i find that most people would only see as trash. i think it's because i'm not really sure who i am, and i think that if i hold onto things that interest me, i'll figure it out sometimes.
i like the smell of wet fallen leaves. i am a wild animal that will never be tamed.