And Me...

And Me...

And me?

I'll argue my point until the point of desperation is reached by my opposer.

I'll read a book twenty four hours straight if it's good enough.

I dance like I robot and sing tunelessly when there are head phones in my ears.

And I don't commonly talk loud and in exclammations.

I only quit temporarily and the I start again renewed.

I, in conversation, love to be the closer.

I'm near poor and yes, it's rough.

I'm loyal to my friends and tough on my peers (and it's been like that for years).

I saturate myself in daily sensations.

If there's something I like, then I have to intrude.

And me?

I like to walk outside on those foggy days.

And stare out the windy on the rainy ones.

I like listen to music loud enough that I feel like I'm  a star.

And I like to read fast and then read again.

I'd like to very much read the scripts of many plays.

I'm not very good with puns.

I plan on taking myself far.

I hate to say things all over again.