in the sorta-middle... (a meaningless rant about important things)

too immature for grown-ups. too mature for kids. too girly for guys. still a boy to ladies. too straight for the rainbow. too queer for the heterosexuals. very unhappy for the optimists. but extremely joyous for the realists and pessimists. terrible writer who fights with words but too agressive for the pacifists. too mexican in the states; WAY too affected by the american media for the mexican culture. dedicated and lazy for my work, still; passionate and aware of how irrelevant it all is in the grand scheme of things. quiet when ALMOST necessary. but too loud, even at a punk show. life is beautiful-life should be destroyed. the right to live vs the obligation to die. too confused to know what i need, but certain of what it is that i want. stubborn and patient, accompanied by great friends, still, feeling left out and alone. respecting the personal bubbles when what i want the most is to cuddle. if only i could organize the mess i crave. if only i could concretely manifest the abstractions i think. more IS less and words are still pictographic. and out of everything important here... nothing is still the sum of it all...