Don't pretend you understand, because you really don't. Maybe for once i wanna play my cards closer to my chest. Maybe for once i'm gonna listen to myself, do what i think. Try and work myself out, how can i know what i want, when i don't even know myself. I think i want things, but in the end, nothing has actually. More than a year, and nothing new.
Remember that i'm your friend too, and there are two sides of every story.
I was planning to gradually write until on a lighter subject.
For example, earlier, i was taping a map up, well, mum was, i was passing her sellotape, then i decided to cover my leg and face in it, it didn't even hurt.
Yesterday, me and Paddy trying to find a dirty book in the libary to prove our badassness.
Random sexual tension with a tree. No wait, that was Cameron and the tree.
It's not easy being me. Dealing with overemotionalness, and pushoverness etc etc. I am so imperfect, it's incredible.
One day i'll fly away....
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