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Life is funny. Not funny ha ha, more like funny peculiar. For instance, one minute my sister can be yelling at me, demanding to know why I'm being so infantile and immature. The next minute, she'll be shouting at me again, this time because I'm wearing makeup and a bigger bra than her. I don't understand it. Everyone always wants you to be something different to who you are. Sometimes they just want to protect you, but most of the time they just can't accept that maybe you are slightly different to them. It frustrates me, trying to decipher how everyone expects me to act.

Sometimes people want the clown, the funny girl who can cheer everybody up.
Sometimes people want the mother, to comfort them and make them feel safe.
Sometimes people want the pretty girl, something nice to look at.
Sometimes people want the ugly girl, when jealousy kicks in.
Sometimes people want the smart kid, to help them with their work.
Sometimes people want the singer, the actress'it's so confusing!

Nobody ever really just wants YOU. But then again, I can be all of those things, and more. So how do we know who we really are?

Life is funny. Not funny ha ha, more like funny peculiar.