I'm angry.
Nothing I say will sound poetic either.
I need to learn to let go, when I'm in it... Not after its manipulated me.
Let go to things before they're diluted.
I could have had a lot of greats... But I ruin that
I hold on until its smothered and dead.
I'm annoyed.
This is when I want to hibernate.
Lets count 1,2,3,4,5 - 6 months since the last time...
Do I sense a pattern?
What the fuck is happening here?
Will I be brought back to this mid December. Probably.
I need a change. I want a change.
I'm pathetic.
Pathetically accepting the "okay"
Dammit, it's not okay!
I'm not okay and I fear there is no turning back.
I'm that girl.
The one I laugh at.
Cry for.
Pity, even.
Yes, I have made myself that girl.
I'm out.