I was born incorrectly. I have so much knowledge in my head, and I can never get it out of my mouth. It stays up there for hours, and hours. I know things, I feel things. Who would ever guess that I actually felt? I feel. I think. I love. I’m so fucking full of emotions and rebuttals but I just can’t let them out. I want to, so badly. So fucking badly. I want to argue. I want to tell people that I have an opinion. I want to let everyone know I have such a great mind, I really do. I want people to understand that I exist outside of the frames they’ve captured me in. I’m not the twat that sits in the front of English class. I live outside of the frame. I go home, I get sad, I feel like shit, and I do things you can’t even imagine. I was born backwards, or something. I don’t talk without thinking, or act without thinking, or do without loving. I think without talking, I think without acting, I love without doing a single fucking thing. I am the scratch in the cd of your favourite album.