I don’t feel very good about myself. 
People always leave me. 
Nobody can stand me for very long. 
I wish I could cut my tongue out, 
or take out the part of my brain 
that has opinions. Or cares. 
I wish I could be simple. 
Be quiet, introverted, or shy. 
I’m half way in between a wallflower 
at a party and elvis presley. 
People love one or the other. 
In between is no place to be.
Taken from a one page play by Jack White, supposedly written when he was nineteen. (via notagiant)
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