A Compendium of WritingIsMyReligion... - Hello. My name is WIMR.

I am fourteen, and I do NOT like rap, hip-hop--any of it. I wear clothes that probably professionals wear, and on the weekends I am a slob. Asking me for fashion advice is as productive as asking a snail.
I despise make-up. Every time I put any on, I feel like I have just been taken down a peg as a woman. I don't care if others wear it.
I like jazz. I like rock. I like politically-inspired music. I also unabashedly enjoy Steely Dan, but--hey, would you know it! I'm still a progressive.
I watch TV for Seinfeld, and that's about it.
I don't eat at McDonald's, or Burger King, or even Wendy's. I am still American.
I fear organized religion intensely, but I am a very spiritual being.
I get furious when I see a Hummer drive by. I get pissed off when I see all the gossip magazines in the grocery store check-out line. I am annoyed when people talk about TV shows as if they were actually based on life.
I am negative, cynical, and a generally depressing person. I know this. I don't like it, but I know it.
I love an ex-teacher nearly like my own mother. I get along better with people who are older than me.
I hate being patronized. I know that what I am feeling may be ridiculous--but I feel it all the same. Don't stifle me.
Sometimes it feels like 90,000 people I have never met know me better than my own family.
Sometimes it feels like I'm going nowhere.
I can't fall asleep at night until I have worn myself thin. I have burst into tears in the middle of the night, terrified by the future. Once I start thinking negatively, I can't stop until I have worked myself into such a frenzy.
I can't stand silence. Silence makes me think that an axe-murderer is right around the corner.
I feel alone.
I am a progressive--a world-hating, miserable, unlovable progressive, perhaps, but still a progressive.
I am a human-fucking-being, strange tastes or no, cynicism or no, unfitability or no.

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And, sometimes, I just feel like what I ought to be doing is crying, and yet the tears don't come.