I’m preparing to meet friends.

 I begin my list: What will I wear?

 I want to look stunning, beautiful, but not loose, not overly attractive. 

What will I say?

 I plan conversations in my head, so that you will think I’m a witty, funny girl, in addition to beautiful.

I plan it all out, knowing it won’t happen, but I need to feel prepared. 

I don’t want to look the same as everyone else. 

I want you to notice me. 

I want to show you how fun I am. 

I want you to look for me. 

But when all is dressed, said and done, I’m still me. 

Me will come out. 

Loud, weird me, who will always be attached to someone. 

If not my sister, it’s God. 

I am never alone. 

When I show you my planned me, what I want is for you to like me. See me. 

Notice that I exist. So I can’t plan. 

Me will ignore the plans anyway.

By Notusedusername1.

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