I am Happy.

I don't like Mountain Dew or video games.
I don't watch TV in my spare time.
I don't play computer games,
     although I spent far too much money on the Sims,
     and I am more tan inclined to do so again.
I don't play any instrument and I don't sing.
Unless you count at home with locked doors
     or on long road trips with good friends.
I still like anime, although it is now more of a memory than a hobby.
I used to like to read, but that has since
      tapered off, which is not to say
      that picking up a good book isn't satisfying.
I write, but not really.
I plan all year so I can write for one month
      and knock out an entire novel in 30 days.
Sometimes I'm successful.

I drink Coke.
I watch too many videos on Facebook
    and read articles written by mothers, for mothers
    though I am not one.
I can't play the same app for more than
    a week without getting bored.
In between novels, I write journal entries
     and poems that don't rhyme
     and have no flow.
I speak German
      and complain about French.
My boyfriend gives me chocolate and pens for gifts
      even though he knows I won't eat the chocolate
      and that I have far too many pens.
And I am happy.