Kinda blah but kinda me

Kinda funny, kinda not.
You promised but you forgot.
Kinda like a quiet blot,
which did twist the plot.
Kinda funny, kinda not.

I like lists. I like making them. I like thinking. I think a lot. 

Writing is part of being who I am. It defines me. Sort of. 
I write coz I need to.

I am moody. I am an introvert but will talk a lot when I want to. 

I like secrets. 
And memories. 
And words. 
And coffee. 
And chocolate. 

Its something else.
Not something unexpected
like silence in a full hall
or butterflies in winter.
Not unusual.
Just something else.