Thoughts of intelligence. Thoughts that occur. I feel like the orange because it rhymes with nothing. I am irrelevant because I feel irrelevent. My body is irrelevant. My face is irrelevant but my inquisitive and curious mind defeated that. That is relevant. It makes me relevant. -What do you mean?- What I just said...
Love is a fickle mistress... As I go through this I want to write about it...I need some way to explain it...understand it and hopefully make sense of it all. Feel free to read and enjoy my mess of emotion
Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.