waiting is like a suit that fits funny i'm tired of unattainables and emotional cripples. i am. the proof lies in my bouncebackability (which is actually a word in some dictionaries, google it) i can't remember when it occured to me to keep something secret yes i can my hand. when i didnt want anyone to know that i'd hurt my own hand because i didn't want to feel stupid that was an awful ordeal maybe that's why i resent secrets now i believe it's for the very same reason that lebanese sara hates quiet people hiding it's such a cowardly thing but now it's become more of an ordeal to share than to hide because of two cents, and low rates of return and yeah i know i was never one for numbers-- but those particular numbers really hurt and i know i was never one to avoid pain--but sometimes it just stops being beautiful so privacy doesn't suit me, the girl who once updated five blogs regularly in addition to her very own pen to paper journals but it's where i am now until the numbers change waiting |