Squirt
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2000
- Messages
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I hear it every day, all the time, wherever I go:
“Oh my god, what is her deal?”
“Those pants are retarded.”
“She’s got short hair – she must be gay.”
“What’s up with the handkerchief? She looks like a cancer patient.”
“I never see her out. Does she have a life?"
“She never speaks up in class.”
“She really doesn’t belong here.”
“She looks like she’s twelve!”
“God, could she be any louder?”
“Has she even hit puberty yet?”
“Have you heard that shit she listens to?”
“I heard she sleeps around.”
“I heard she hides drugs in those pants.”
“I heard… I heard… I heard…”
Always what they heard, and not what they know.
Always what they see, and not what they learn.
I am "Squirt."
I listen to electronic music.
I go to raves.
I do drugs responsibly.
I value my relationships and friendships with people.
I value my happiness.
I value rationality and making sense.
I value fairness very much.
I value loyalty very much.
I value learning.
I love my home.
I love my parents.
I love ice cream and cream cheese and cheese fries and fried chicken.
I love Mozart.
I love Beethoven.
I love Chopin.
I love Tchaikovsky.
I love Alice in Chains.
I love all kinds of music.
I love theatre.
I love french.
I love playing piano.
I am not a good student.
I have too much energy for my own good.
I love my big pants.
I love my do-rags.
I love being loud.
I love hugs.
I love my friends.
I love being straight.
I love most people.
I like looking like I’m twelve, dammit.
I like acting like it too, once in a while.
I am Squirt, and I am a freak.
Welcome to my freakshow.
Frankly, I don't care whether you enjoy it or not, and
I don't care whether you understand it or not.
Cause it's MY freakshow.
If you don't like it, make your own.
“Oh my god, what is her deal?”
“Those pants are retarded.”
“She’s got short hair – she must be gay.”
“What’s up with the handkerchief? She looks like a cancer patient.”
“I never see her out. Does she have a life?"
“She never speaks up in class.”
“She really doesn’t belong here.”
“She looks like she’s twelve!”
“God, could she be any louder?”
“Has she even hit puberty yet?”
“Have you heard that shit she listens to?”
“I heard she sleeps around.”
“I heard she hides drugs in those pants.”
“I heard… I heard… I heard…”
Always what they heard, and not what they know.
Always what they see, and not what they learn.
I am "Squirt."
I listen to electronic music.
I go to raves.
I do drugs responsibly.
I value my relationships and friendships with people.
I value my happiness.
I value rationality and making sense.
I value fairness very much.
I value loyalty very much.
I value learning.
I love my home.
I love my parents.
I love ice cream and cream cheese and cheese fries and fried chicken.
I love Mozart.
I love Beethoven.
I love Chopin.
I love Tchaikovsky.
I love Alice in Chains.
I love all kinds of music.
I love theatre.
I love french.
I love playing piano.
I am not a good student.
I have too much energy for my own good.
I love my big pants.
I love my do-rags.
I love being loud.
I love hugs.
I love my friends.
I love being straight.
I love most people.
I like looking like I’m twelve, dammit.
I like acting like it too, once in a while.
I am Squirt, and I am a freak.
Welcome to my freakshow.
Frankly, I don't care whether you enjoy it or not, and
I don't care whether you understand it or not.
Cause it's MY freakshow.
If you don't like it, make your own.