The name, if you don't know, is Zoe. "Zo-ey" like "Jo-ey." Not "Zo" like "Joe." Got it? Good.
I like to write. Can I write? Well, that's still up for debate, though I'd like to think that it doesn't really matter. If I like to write, then I should write. I shouldn't let ickle little semantics such as whether or not I write well get in the way, no? Yes, well, we all delude ourselves into believing various false things that make us sleep sounder at night (like me thinking just now that the soft-baked chocolate chunk Entemanns cook I just ate won't add ten pounds to me at all), and I sometimes like to think that, in the grand scheme of things, writing skill does not matter. It is the fufillment that you get from the task that matters ultimately in the end.
I like commas. Seriously. I'm starting to think it's some weird sort of affliction that I should seek medical attention to cure. I mean, whenever I'm editing over one of my pieces, I'm constantly deleting commas, asking myself how in God's name I saw it fit to put a comma where I did. Though the effort I put in removing the little markers of pausing perfection is futile. For, as soon as I edit the piece again, I add all the commas (which I'd removed before) right back to the places where they'd previously been.
I am crazy. Ever notice how, when you hear people joking around, you'll hear the odd comment questioning ones sanity? Well, in conversations including me and my friends, the comments aren't odd. They're quite frequent and quite true. Because, you see, I am crazy. I don't deny it. For awhile I fed into that "unique" b.s. they feed you in grade school, but eventually I opened my eyes enough to see that there were no logical explanations for the way I thought, the things I thought, the things I did, and the voices constantly arguing in my head. I am crazy. Period.
I am empathetic in my apathy. My cynical nature hardly allows me to be surprised or to show outward concern towards the world, however my other side--the girl--doesn't allow me to not show concern.I'm constantly caught in a nauseating limbo, torn between disinterest in my surrounds and just the world as a whileand the multitude of emotions healthy, normal humans feel on a day to day basis.
I am the Cynical Shrew, but just as much the Giggling Girl. Permanently torn between apathy and empathy, I am all but neither, and ridiculously dramatic to be so young.
Hi. My name is Zoe. Like Joey. Welcome :-
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