glamerdork

flash faces of backwards laces tied up in knots a locked box design of her face embeded in my mind brought forward by easy access reality-reality. stop drop and roll to the sound of a stomach growl with a thousand and two things to make up to do write more write at 2:32 am because you're addicted to the internet to sound and voice and rhythm and tone. Whisper sweet confusions of your return from the unbearable to the painful truth, see where it all takes you. Once upon a time there was a girl who felt bad because a boy seemed to love her very much, but she didn't feel the same in return. And once upon a time there was a girl who fell for the wrong person time and again who finally got stuck. It's just a fairytale in the worst way, twisted and magical, it's interesting to say the least. I swallow my stomach whole, awaiting the daily newsreport on how I chose to lead the day- was it wasted? What have I learned? Breaking the law seems fine now because it's liberating but fuck liberation I cannot run from fears and pretend they do not exist by jumping on the risktakers bandwagon. I will forever be me myself and I and nothing is going to change that. I will forever break the hearts of those worthy and allow my heart to be broken by those who don't give a damn. It's my role in this fucked up world, I might as well do it the best I can. But sometimes... sometimes I just want to jump.