Today, my name is Shanice.

I'm really going to try to not make this a long post.
I don't recall someone telling me I was ever normal. I'm okay with that. I'd rather be the that-girl-is-fucking-retarded friend than to be the who-is-that-and-why-is-she-always-here friend.
Sometimes I don't understand why people look at me when i do certain things and say shit like 'Why Mouse?' and 'Only you'. Why? What what? Why do I dare to be different? Why do I not like being like everyone else? I dunno, maybe because I have a pair of fucking balls*. Grow some. Maybe then you can experience the things I do. I don't care who says what about me. I really don't. May it be positive or negative. Shit happens and I've learned to deal with it and not to concern myself with things that hold little or no value in my life. Only me? Well, duh Fisherprice.
*figuratively speaking of course. Or am I? Dun dun DUNNNNN!!!!!
I want people to accept me, not understand me. I want that written on my tombstone (Well, you can put the past tense. It'll be more fitting). No joke. Why does it always seem like I'm asking for all the money in the world when I ask for acceptance? I don't want people to understand me and I don't intentionally make it hard for them. That's just the way I am. I love me. There are definitely areas that I need to work on but I love me. As my mom said to me today 'How can you love yourself if you don't know who you are?' I think we were watching Dr. Doolittle 3 and they said the same thing, just a million times cornier.
What mom (and Kyla Pratt) said wasn't obviously directed at me, but she made a good point. How can you have such strong feelings for a person you don't even know?
Now that I think about it, it does kind of apply to me. Do people not love me because they don't get me? Should I make my heart and mind more accessible to the outside world? Ehh.. Nah, go suck yourself. lol. I'd rather have people hate me for who I am instead of them loving me for who I'm not. I couldn't be anymore truthful in saying that. Be yourself and learn to love life.I think I'm kind of freakishly awesome. If you don't, you can lick a homeless dudes ball sack. Bonne nuit!