Questions i've been asked.

Friend; Mel, have you ever had a weird dream? Me: When have i not had a weird dream?

Freind: Mel, Are you a pot-head? Me: No I AM NOT, oh by the way all of you are going to die one day and i'll be the only one left standing. Why you may ask? Because i'll be the only one who didn't do drugs. mwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Friend: Do you wanna go to the mall? Me: Not particularly, but okay if you promise to stop annoying me...

A conversation.

"I don't beleive you did this reflection mel."

"Oh thats nice..."

"Where'd you get it offline?"

"No."

"Then where?"

"In my brain!"

"Right!? *sarcasm*" *she walks off as if i betraued her.*

Teacher thought

"Melanie are you sure you did this paper?"

"Yes, m'am"

"You dont talk like this in class."

"No i dont"

"Then how could this be your paper?"

"It is i wrote it, writings different than talking, your mind is open it can think properly, it is clouded when your talking by irrational judgement and such-not."

"REally, what about these words?"

"What words, oh relevance? I am sorry but i am 14... shouldn't i know words along the lines of relevence, and narcissm?"

"Well most people your age do!"

"Well i am Melanie not most people!"

Hey she never braught it up again. I'd also like to say that this stuff isn't my real writings, just something i do for fun, just to you know have fun and try new things out. Do a different point of veiw. Plus if you screw up on here everyones rather forgiving, so thanks a lot for your guys support in this, i might put more detail in it, if i well get a chance, i haven't been updating for awhile...sorry. I just started writing my book called ...The light is gone...
A Thought...

I once dreamnt of a world without imperfections.
A perfect smile, clear eyes all perfectly existed.
My waist was right, my height was right,
everybody was right.
Grey was red and red was white and black was pink while pink was bright.
A world of perfections.
Yet without imperfections how would i know, when i saw you that you were you? Wouldn't i think we all were the same? We all had nothing but perfections.
So is this world of imperfection truly a world of unseen perfection?