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An Inventory of Who I Am
I was chilling and thinking about my life, because, you know, that happens every so often to everybody. So naturally, my mind goes over all the different "phases" of who I've been and starts to label them. And ('cause fuck it) I typed them out.
I guess this list is kind of like a life table of contents (I did order them chronologically, though they could overlap); who I ended up being at that point in my life as a result of my experiences and the type of personality that took precedence.
An Inventory
1. The Newborn
2. The Angry Toddler
3. The Naughty Crazy Happy Kid
4. The Smelly Ten Year Old
5. The Punching Bag
6. The Smart One
7. The Pathological Liar
8. The Cut Cutthroat Cutter
9. The Lonely Girl
10. The Straight-A Sad Girl
11. The Freedom Fighter
12. The One Filled With Hatred, Sadness, and Rage
13. The Heartbroken Fat Starving Girl
14. The Empty Vessel
15. The Damaged Goods
16. The Maybe I'm a Normal Person
17. The Hopeful Bulimic
18. The Psych Ward Beauty
19. The Courageous One
20. The Rehab Drop Out
21. The One With Friends
22. The Misguided Sex Pot
23. The Honeymooner
24. The Half of a Whole Hot Mess
25. The Party Whore
26. The Broken-Hearted Bad Bitch
27. The Singer Stoner
28. The Lost Pregnant Worker Bee
29. The One Who Is Loved From The Inside Out
30. The Young Mother
The numbers don't correspond to specific years in my life (i.e. I'm not 30 years old), they just take note of each phase or personality as they popped up or made themselves apparent.
Go ahead. Think about your life and all the people you've been and make a list of your own. I'd love to try and imagine what was going on in your life, I'd love to picture all the people you could possibly be.
I Was Already Waiting For You
I lived like a gangster
I didn't care what I did
I made my paper
I smoked my weed
I drank until I couldn't see straight
I fucked whenever I wanted
All day, every day
I was a ride or die bitch
I was an unconquerable soul on a sinking ship
I was high on the now
I was addicted to never
Eight months have passed
I haven't touched a thing
And I never dreamed I could see so far
You excite my imagination
You challenge my thoughts
You stopped me in my tracks
And turned my world around
I thought I knew love
But all this time it was a narrow gap
A flawed perspective
A selfish act
You made me brave
You gave and you took away
You reminded me of infinite possibilities
You saved my life
Little Life
Hello, little life.
Little movements, little dreams.
Little hands, little feet.
Little kindness, little cruelty.
All you'll know is what I give you.
Until you know everything I'm not.
Little life, little girl, my little love.