Petal Thirteen

Straight Out of the Mind

petal thirteen. one three. my favourite number.
i planned to write something awesome for this petal. but cant think of anything.
petal thirteen. one three. my favourite number.
letter m's position in the alphabet.
my birth date in the british calender.
and the beginning of life for most young men, or so they think.
they think being a teen makes them invincible.
even until now. im not a teen anymore but i still think im freaking invincible.
what makes me invincible?
every body else's weakness.
i feed off it.
miserable people need more miserable people to make themselves feel good.
i bet theres something you cant do that i can do.
and that makes me invincible.
but what about the things i cant do?
fudge it.
those are the things that make u invincible.
for example, im not good at math.
im not good in chemistry.
im not good at keeping the house clean.
i have very little discipline.
very stubborn.
my word given to anyone is not much use; either i forget to keep it, or i forget i was told.
i have never gotten high grades for school shit.
im not good at basketball.
not good at tennis.
not good at bowling.
not good at pool.
not good at soccer.
dont know how to do proper house wiring.
dont know how to cook anything other than eggs.
dont know how to do proper carpentering.
dont know how to drive.
all that and more makes me a weakling just like everybody else.
but what matters is i still think im invincible.
no matter what i cant do, theres something i can kick ur ass with at any time.


-FIN-