Tears of Perspicacity, 26
Married
About me:
Sometimes I like to chat.
A lot of times I like to tease.
I like to flirt with other girls.
And I like engaging my intellect.
But then there are times when chatting becomes depressive.
People are stupid and don't understand boundaries.
Drama is ceaseless and weighs on the mood.
And those in charge are oblivious half wits.
It's a strange addiction, this chatting.
I don't understand why I can't just quit.
I've tried and I've tried, I've raged and I've cried.
Yet I always come back even when I hate myself for it.
Observance is a hex.
The curse of perspicacity.
The apocalypse is now.
And I can't stand the zombies.