May 08, 2007 18:40
Except I'm not mixed, pregnant, in love with a married man, good at dancing, intrigued by donkey shows, a manager at a fast food restaurant etc.
But other than those and many other things, I'm like her. Decided.
I'm sick of being sun burnt.
"Oh, you ain't never had nothing I wanted, but...
I want it all
I just can't figure out...
Nothin'"
I'm getting over him and my anger.
"Yeah, it hurts to say, but I want you to stay
Sometimes, sometimes"
I wish I had a boy, not a boyfriend necessarily, but just a boy.
"I just want to misbehave"
I might be bitter but I'm so much better off now and that's more than I could have ever imagined.
I'm stronger than what you have all thrown at me and I'm so fucking proud of that.
"The things we did, the things you hide
For the record it's between you and I"
I seriously feel sick though.
"To me, my life, it don't make sense
Those strange manners, I loved 'em so"