May 23, 2007
Iím a daydreamer, always off somewhere in my head. Itís why I donít notice things. Iíd be the sorriest eye witness ever because I would never see the crime or the car crash until it was over. I never know the latest gossip, and I donít much like drama in real life; I have all I need inside. I make up stories, and they can go on for months at a time. Whenever I get a moment alone, I just pick up where I left off. Sometimes they make me cry, and I worry that people think Iím terribly sad.