(no subject)
I really have nothing to say. But I'll write to release some pain. You'd think I'd cut, you'd think I'd swallow or you'd think I'd stray but now I'm not breaking. All along I always admired the image of the iron woman that everyone loves. Now I can put on her steel toe boots and still dance the night away. I'm so perfectly not what I should be. Everything you have done has corrupted the innocence that was to be protected. Everything right we've done has defected. Someday soon I will write the perfect story so you can see just how much better I am.