Why do I look at the mirror?
Why do I eat chocolate?
Why do I go out of my way to look at a pair of heels?
Why do I fix my hair in the morning?
Why do I run to a class that attendance isn't necessary?
Why do I eat all the cookie dough before I have time to make cookies?
Why do I fidget during a movie because my hands don't have anything to do?
Why do I yearn for a home cooked meal, but just pop a can of soup in the microwave?
Why do I worry and stress and make a big deal out of nothing?
Why do I try balancing on my left foot, even though it's painful?
Why do I want to get a Doctorate?
Why do I just love babies?
Why do I want to be a florist, but am in a medical/ educational major?
Why do I try and put a smile on even if I'm depressed?
Why do I splurge on nail polish?
Why do I try to win a debate, when I know I'm wrong?
Why do I love knowing secrets?
Why do I love small kittens?
Why do I try to be perfect only to have my failures pronounced?
Why do I watch the clock at work?
Why do I want to be at work, rather than at my apartment sometimes?
Why do I want to sleep on the floor than in my bed?
Why do I want to fall asleep watching Pirates of the Caribbean?
Why do I want to eat pickles and cheese?
Why do I love the sun shining?
Why do I feel really bored right now?
Why do I say things like... "you can see it with your blind eye" instead of "naked eye"?
Why do I love my roommates?
Why do I stay up late enough for my head to become loopy and embarrass myself?
Why do I like a boy and then convince myself that he's rotten, only so my heart won't be broken?
Why do I try to touch my toes every morning?
Why do I stare out the window to just watch the people walking past?
Why do I love cooking and baking, but never do it?
Why do I read classical novels?
Why do I dare to go against the normal?
Why do I try to be profound, and end up flubbing?
Why do I intend to do everything and only get a few things done?
Why do I study on Saturdays?
Why do I doodle on all my notes?
Why do I leave a pile of laundry in my closet?
Why do I play with my hair so much it gets nasty twice as fast?
Why do I apply to a job because of the people there instead of the actual work?
...
I'll tell you why!
It's because that is who I am.
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I LOVE this post! It is SO YOU and I love you!
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