I'm a triple treat. Barely fits on my business card.
So, here I'm. The one and only, waiting for the epic moment of her graduation. It's gonna be amazing: red carpet, sparkly unicorn and Ian Somerhalder crying 'cause he didn't get me. Pretty brilliant, isn't it? You know, looking through the years of my life I couldn't resist the feeling that, actually, I don't belong here anymore. This isn't my world, my place and, thanks God, my destiny, Trying to be this good worker, who knows when to shut the hell up and be patient, understanding, full of light and desire to be kind and just feel everyone's love. That's not what I want. And not who I am. We always pay our bills and don't wear pink ray-bans, my life and my family tought me that it's gonna be hard, painful and not always worth it, but you always have to stay true to yourself. So who am I? The one, who's ready to be quiet sometimes, when it's necessary? Or close my eyes on some troubles? Or the one, who's gonna fight and die in battle, 'cause it's the only way that will make her feel free to sleep at night? Well, maybe you can settle down for a while, but you're unable to kick out the warrior from yourself. Yeap, that's what I'm talking about.
