Oh, the old Cheryl...
I'm sure Posterity is sick of this...but I can't do this anymore. I can't hold in the anguish that is tearing me up, slowly eating away the person I've become. I'm regressing into the person I've been running from...sprinting from....fleeing. I can't seem to get far enough away. The memories, the emotions, the old Cheryl has returned.
3rd wheel.
Average.
Wholesome and mothers love her.
I mean, how could they not? I'm only a straight-edged girl with a head full of emotions I can't even begin to delve into.
A girl aged beyond her years in intellect, but not in social interaction.
What I wish is to turn back time. I want to un-hear everything I've just heard. I mean, I don't want to change what has happened, but to be unaware of it would be just fine. I'm living off of The Beatles and oxygen. Who would want to rely on anything more?
Okay, breathing definitely helps. Don't overlook that, folks!! A good breathe and a little white lie from a friend can cure MOST wounds. I like me, but I haven't accepted that yet.
Good-night.
3rd wheel.
Average.
Wholesome and mothers love her.
I mean, how could they not? I'm only a straight-edged girl with a head full of emotions I can't even begin to delve into.
A girl aged beyond her years in intellect, but not in social interaction.
What I wish is to turn back time. I want to un-hear everything I've just heard. I mean, I don't want to change what has happened, but to be unaware of it would be just fine. I'm living off of The Beatles and oxygen. Who would want to rely on anything more?
Okay, breathing definitely helps. Don't overlook that, folks!! A good breathe and a little white lie from a friend can cure MOST wounds. I like me, but I haven't accepted that yet.
Good-night.