Will you love me? Will you?
Hee hee.
I think I'm getting a handle on this whole being single thing.
I'm not as troubled about being with someone as I have been in the past.
I'm finally standing on my own two feet and having my time in the sun.
In other news I want to be unnaturally pale and walk around with a parasol, a black, lacey one mind you, and only come out when absolutely necessary.
Maybe I should bleach my skin?
OH and permanent hair removal in some areas (Everywhere but my head. The one on my shoulders you sick fuck! Wait, eww, hair on any other head would be weird either way. GROSS!) would be fantastic. I need to gain a little bit of weight too, not a lot, but some around my wrists and what not. They're intolerably skinny I'll have you know.
Whhhhhat else?
I wish I had a really kickass hairstyle, and that my hair wasn't so damned thick.
I want to be gorgeous.
I want people to stop in the street and blatantly stare at me (Not just because I'm weird), and gape in awe of my beauty.
I want to be used and discarded like a piece of trash, but to keep my resilence in the harshest of situations.
I want to look like a coke adict.
I want, I want, I want.
Is that all you do is bitch and whine?
No.
I'm happy.
I'M HAPPY!
I'm happy.
I'm happy.
I'm alright.
I'm not bad.
I'm content.
I'm ok.
I'm not going to cry.
I'm not that bad off.
I need you.
I won't admit that.
I won't admit it.
I swear that I don't need you.
I swear that I'm ok.
And. I've decided that I'm content.
Things are ok, not great, but just fine.
I'm happy.
Happier than I've been in a long time.
Ok enough to face the day with a grin.
I think I'm getting a handle on this whole being single thing.
I'm not as troubled about being with someone as I have been in the past.
I'm finally standing on my own two feet and having my time in the sun.
In other news I want to be unnaturally pale and walk around with a parasol, a black, lacey one mind you, and only come out when absolutely necessary.
Maybe I should bleach my skin?
OH and permanent hair removal in some areas (Everywhere but my head. The one on my shoulders you sick fuck! Wait, eww, hair on any other head would be weird either way. GROSS!) would be fantastic. I need to gain a little bit of weight too, not a lot, but some around my wrists and what not. They're intolerably skinny I'll have you know.
Whhhhhat else?
I wish I had a really kickass hairstyle, and that my hair wasn't so damned thick.
I want to be gorgeous.
I want people to stop in the street and blatantly stare at me (Not just because I'm weird), and gape in awe of my beauty.
I want to be used and discarded like a piece of trash, but to keep my resilence in the harshest of situations.
I want to look like a coke adict.
I want, I want, I want.
Is that all you do is bitch and whine?
No.
I'm happy.
I'M HAPPY!
I'm happy.
I'm happy.
I'm alright.
I'm not bad.
I'm content.
I'm ok.
I'm not going to cry.
I'm not that bad off.
I need you.
I won't admit that.
I won't admit it.
I swear that I don't need you.
I swear that I'm ok.
And. I've decided that I'm content.
Things are ok, not great, but just fine.
I'm happy.
Happier than I've been in a long time.
Ok enough to face the day with a grin.