Nov 04, 2007 02:43
Mrs. Ringwald:
You make me feel a way that I haven't felt in so long.
I'll pour you vodka; I'll pour myself wine.
We'll talk all night about what I mean.
but to be honest I couldn't ever tell you the truth because I find that with each passing day I don't know who I am. What I thought I was- I no longer am, and what I am- I no longer want to be. and the longer I sit here and wait the more I realize I want to be what I thought I was, but never will be.
Mrs. Ringwald - am I being what I think people want me to be? Are you holding me back? Are they? I'll tell you this: I think people assume I am something I am not. but, how can they be wrong if i don't even know what's right? I've slipped away and through my own fingers and I'm lost.
shit.