paper thin lies

As of now, I feel oddly dissatisfied. Maybe I need to snack. or cry. or play with playdough. or be rid of my hair. or write something on my wall. or sew new socks. or wrap new books. or cut up my blankie. or climb 10 flights of stairs backwards. or hang from a bar. or play with a baby. or dress someone hot down. or poke at all my friends and ask what they are thinking. or glare at a spoiled kid (which I did just now). or talk with my toes and fingers in french. or put make up on my sleeping bro. or be active in facebook. or roll around my entire house singing jason mraz you and i both. or call up people i miss but dare not tell. or cook a meal for no one using only red ingredients. or take a bus around the neighborhood. or go to the bench alone again whilst trying to come across as normal. or cake my face in flour. or draw furniture on my arms. or knock on random doors to wish them merry xmas. or online shop and buy all things i like with memorised credit card info. or call health hotline in chinese. or shout hoyhoy yoyoyo from my room with face in dark mask. or play poker with all my bags. or clean my fan. or buy prata for a stranger and tell them its a pass it forward program. or pretend to faint at the bus stop. or throw away all my stuff that means something to me. or change my very uncool email. or go on ancient crusade for velvet. or i just need to be around you.