and, boy have i missed it.
i have absolutely no idea what i want.
and until then, i;m glad you can stay with me and help me figure it out.
i;m sure everyone around me hates it;; cos; i must really be a nuisance but, hey. what;s a girl gonna do?
so, sometimes i don;t tell people the whole story.
i tell them pieces.
little excerpts of my mind;; that, if they;re smart, they can piece together.
nobody knows everything, because, if you knew everything, then what;s the fun in friendship?
sure, you can think you know something, but let me make this clear: i;m a better liar than you think.
maybe i told you one thing;; and not another.
who are you to tell me what i felt or not?
maybe, you;re someone important.
or, maybe you;re a piece of crap.
let me figure that out for myself, alright?
Posted on Sunday, 3 May 2009
