Gee thanks, dad.
It's amazing how one event can dig itself so deep under your skin, even after such a long time. I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde all at the same time. I'm twelve years old all over again while being the strong, kickass woman I will be at 27. I need to be looked up to, admired, desperately desired and in the same moment cuddled, comforted, and loved.
So cliche, BUT . . .
"today I just want someone to entertain me
I'm tired of being so fierce
I'm tired of being so friendly
you don't have to be a supermodel
to do the animal thing
you don't have to be a supergenius
to open your face up and sing
somebody do something
anything soon
I know I can't be the only
whatever I am in the room
so why am I so lonely?
why am I so tired?
I need company
I need backup
I need to be inspired"
Perhaps I'll throw a party to celebrate myself. But what would that fix, anyway? It would succeed merely in strengthening everyone's idea of me as a self-centered, intimidating, arrogant little bitch. Way to go.
So cliche, BUT . . .
"today I just want someone to entertain me
I'm tired of being so fierce
I'm tired of being so friendly
you don't have to be a supermodel
to do the animal thing
you don't have to be a supergenius
to open your face up and sing
somebody do something
anything soon
I know I can't be the only
whatever I am in the room
so why am I so lonely?
why am I so tired?
I need company
I need backup
I need to be inspired"
Perhaps I'll throw a party to celebrate myself. But what would that fix, anyway? It would succeed merely in strengthening everyone's idea of me as a self-centered, intimidating, arrogant little bitch. Way to go.