One must ask where the hell my knight in shining armor is to rescue me from eternal misery. I can only wear a smile so long before it freezes in place and I become a statue. I'm trapped in hell and will never emerge it seems. Yeah, I got it good money wise, but money doesn't buy happiness, and I don't shop like other women do so it really does me nothing except keep a roof over my head. Heck, I just want to have fun. He doesn't get that I've broken free of my old shell and am a new person. He's backed away because I'm not the same, I'm better. It don't make sense to me. I look better, I feel better, but it's never enough. I don't care about anything anymore I'll do what I want, when I want. My mind is overly intimidating to everyone but I'm up to a challenge. It won't be long before I start going from cutsie girly tattoo's like fairies and stuff to having dagger's and bleeding hearts and skulls.. lol.. not really but you know. Not in a great mood at almost 2a.m.
Originally posted on Facebook on April 23, 2013.
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