there are 2 things that not even the most
forceful of rains can cleanse me of:
sometimes, i feel like a caged lion.
only with a lot more impatience
and a lot less resilience.
i have yet to discover what it means to be content.
i am either too stagnant or too fluid.
no middle ground.
i have mastered the art of leaving.
it's the idea of moving on that still haunts me.
i fear that the light in my eyes is so dim that it will burn out
before even i have a chance to see the world with it.
i am not as clever as i pretend to be.
someone needs to teach me that
i don't need reassurance; i need self-assurance.
that someone should be me.
my greatest fears are loneliness and cancer.
the second because all my beauty is in my hair.
the first doesn't need an explanation.
i am still discovering what it means to be a woman.
everything is confusing me.
i am secretly afraid of massages.
feels like i'm being stabbed.
we all know how that is.
sometimes, i pretend to be more interested in people's lives
than i actually am because i pity them.
i am the epitome of hypocrisy.
i remember exactly what i wear when i do something for
the first time. i don't know why. should get that checked out.
i push and pull all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons.
i hate myself for it.
i am more important than i give myself credit for being.
this is the product of far too many disappointments.
i am one of those disappointments.