I'm The Kind Of Girl Who...

I'm the kind of girl who...
      has never been to a restaurant or movie or concert alone.
      has a collection of ex best friends.
      loves clothes but doesn't give a shit about designers.
      used to pride herself in the fact that she didn't wear
                makeup but now can't leave the house without
                at least eyeliner on.
      uses a power drill on a daily basis.
      spends days making paintings that no one sees.
      kills herself writing songs no one has heard.
      wants so desperately to be a singer but is just too scared.
      cuts all of her hair off on a whim and doesn't look back.
      has never been to a salon.
      doesn't believe in a god.
      has no feelings of spirituality but has had what one might
                call religious experiences all alone with a pair
                of headphones.
      spent so much of her youth in a church.
      is a hopeless believer in love.
      has only ever kissed, fucked, and loved one person.
      never wants to be a wife.
      has had her heart broken countless times
                but not for reasons you'd think.
      didn't picture her life like this, but then again,
                didn't picture it any other way either.
      doesn't have enough confidence to be as pretentious as
                she could be.
      rarely ever really looks at other people.
      has no problem telling anyone anything.
      can count the people she trusts on one finger.
      will never eat meat again.
      is unapologetic for being who she is.
      doesn't have much interest in socializing.
      has a thing for men in make up.
      falls in love with songs and albums and bands.
      has always been poor.
      puts more value in moments than money.
      has never been to the doctor and is not proud of this fact.
      is seriously lacking in ambition.
      is so horribly naive in so many ways.
      still calls herself a girl even though she is a
                 25 year old woman.
      sometimes seriously wishes she was a gay boy.
      (whose) bad mood can be turned around by a beautiful song.
      (whose) good day can be ruined by one brief encounter
                 with another person.
      probably wouldn't even care if most of the people she knew
                died but cries her eyes out over a video of a girl she's
                never met dying in the streets of Iran.
      doesn't have a drivers license and doesn't particularly care
                if she ever gets one.
      never wants to give birth.
      gets hopeless crushes on rockstars.
      is a total sucker for androgynous boys with guitars.
      lets small things drive her crazy and lets big things go
                without a second thought.
      doesn't go out to bars because she doesn't see drinking as
                doing something.
      really enjoys a good wine.
      has cried real tears uncontrollably while listening to
                Nine Inch Nails and is totally ashamed to admit it.
      (whose) favorite sound is currently Brian Molko's voice.
      hates telephones.
      is dying to hear new music from Silverchair.
      gets chills every time she hears the opening chords to
                All Apologies. (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
      walks...a lot.
      makes shorts out of her old pants.
      puts white paint on black shirts.
      absolutely needs a pair of gold cowboy boots.
      pierces her own ears with a sewing needle.
      is dead set on getting a giant back tattoo for her birthday
                but has no idea of what yet.
      as a child was deathly afraid of needles.
      is not so much determined more attempting to make this
                the best year of her life so far.
      would rather struggle on her own than rely on another person.
      is worried she might be having a midlife crisis.
      is the queen of procrastination
      is the god of hyperbole
      couldn't live without nylons, fishnets, thigh-highs,
                and fancy socks.
      can't keep a clean house. She's tried honest.
                She's just not cut out for it.
      can't throw anything away
      takes pictures of everything.
      is now late for work because she lost track of time
                while typing this up. Shit.
      can never tell if someone is flirting with her.
      (whose) guilty pleasure is brainless action movies
                with 'splosions.
      misses the ocean.
      some days just really can't take it anymore.
      despises other people's advice.
      rarely ever loses her temper.
      recently discovered the deliciousness that is falafel.
      daydreams constantly.
      should be doing her laundry but instead is doing this.
      always has chipped nail polish on.
      is prone to mood swings.
      is okay. No really I'm fine, don't worry.
      gets obsessed.
      adores her dog.
      just doesn't understand why so many things are the way
                they are.
      watches way too many movies.
      is terrible at feigning interest.
      doesn't think anyone is interested in what she has to say
                or offer.
      thinks she's less interesting than people think she is
                when in actuality is probably more.
      doesn't know how to ask for help.
      writes letters but never mails them.
      feels out of place.
      doesn't mean to but often seems to give off
                the wrong impression.
      loves coffee.
      writes stupid poems about herself while at work to
                take her mind off her shitty job and then goes home
                and puts them on the internet.
      hates having to explain herself.