Hi, my name is Alex.
I'm a sophomore at West Chester University.
I'm a business major with an actual passion for journalism.
But I know you don't care about that.
I know you'll forget about that by tomorrow.
Or maybe that's my anxiety talking--that's its favorite thing to do.
Maybe you won't forget that just like you,
I always wonder what words people use to describe me when I'm not around.
I wonder if I said anything that hurt someones feelings.
I worry that maybe I'll be the last person on the invite list.
But then again I really don't want to be invited at all.
Hi, my name is Alex.
My toes don't look like they belong on a human and I make a ton of mistakes,
I'm left handed and my car has never been over 65 MPH.
I'm scared of a lot of things, but at least I can pull off the color yellow sometimes.
I try to be a good person and I think I'm doing okay, but sometimes this 5'4" body can't contain it's opinion.
I regret things in the morning, then I do them again.
I fail. I learn. I try again.
