pony
is it wrong that i'm not upset you're gone? everyone around me pulls out the sympathetic face when i tell them, but i don't really feel like i need sympathy. there's nothing to mourn. nothing to miss. it's a giant pile of nothing.
they keep asking me if i've found mr. right. they all want to know when i am finally going to get married. i'm only 24. only 24. sometimes it feels really old, but i have 3/4 of my life ahead of me. don't make me tie myself down yet. just let me take care of me for a while. before i have to start worrying about and depending on someone else. don't ask me to limit myself w/ someone else's interests and feelings. i am working so hard to get to where i want to be. don't ask me to allow someone else to hold me back. b/c they will. they'll make me feel like i'm being neglectful. b/c i am. and i'll fall behind. b/c right at this very moment, the only person i have time to deal w/ is me. and that's a lot of work. i'll push them away. until they finally just walk willingly, b/c they all do. out of another pile of nothing. i've got nothing to give to anyone, not even mr. right. i've just got me and my dream. there's no room in that equation for a broken heart. and we all know, i'm not very good at getting my heart back intact.
the term "soul mate" makes me tired.
they keep asking me if i've found mr. right. they all want to know when i am finally going to get married. i'm only 24. only 24. sometimes it feels really old, but i have 3/4 of my life ahead of me. don't make me tie myself down yet. just let me take care of me for a while. before i have to start worrying about and depending on someone else. don't ask me to limit myself w/ someone else's interests and feelings. i am working so hard to get to where i want to be. don't ask me to allow someone else to hold me back. b/c they will. they'll make me feel like i'm being neglectful. b/c i am. and i'll fall behind. b/c right at this very moment, the only person i have time to deal w/ is me. and that's a lot of work. i'll push them away. until they finally just walk willingly, b/c they all do. out of another pile of nothing. i've got nothing to give to anyone, not even mr. right. i've just got me and my dream. there's no room in that equation for a broken heart. and we all know, i'm not very good at getting my heart back intact.
the term "soul mate" makes me tired.