Yeah, That's Me. So What?

A Self-Portrait in Words by Amy Alls

I like to stay up all night drinking double gulps of cherry coke and playing video games.
I pick my nose.
I throw my clothes on the floor in front of the closet.
I would just as soon throw dishes away than wash them.
I am short.
I think geeks are hot.
I blast my music in the car while singing and dancing to whatever music is playing.
I dance even though I don’t know how.
I am loud.
I almost always say the absolute wrong thing.
I have the attention span of a gnat.
I get really excited when I spell something correctly and I am an excellent speller.
I have Googled myself…more than once.
I don’t care if I have onion or garlic breath.
I am out of shape.
I overanalyze everything.
I take pictures of myself.
I have gorgeous eyes.
I dye my hair so people will say something about it.
I have an irrational fear of the elderly.
I don’t understand “dating.”
I have never had a healthy romantic relationship.
I take my dreams way too seriously.
I am an extremely loyal friend IF I let my guard down enough to let someone in.
I admit that every single one of my songs is autobiographical.
I believe I have a gift for comedic writing.
I know I can sing.
I often confuse love with indigestion.
I take way too much personally.
I love laughing and I have an incredible laugh.
I am a different person with almost everyone and rarely completely myself.
I use people and, in turn, allow people to use me.
I make bad decisions.
I make good choices.
I love change because it’s the only constant in my life.
I do not love easily.
I am not a good listener.
I’m better at communicating indirectly than directly.
I say silly things to avoid telling the truth.
I love painting things.
I go days without eating because I have a terrible memory.
I spend money I don’t have.
I play stupid.
I can do whatever I set my mind to.