Wednesday, August 26, 2009

You're the excuse that I use when I want to stop trying

Tell me something and I will never ask another question.

Why is it whenever I go out of my way to be a big person, I always end up feeling incredibly small? I should wish for broken hearts, broken dreams and ten times the hurt ever caused to me, and yet I can only find care, concern and well wishes in my heart. I am one of the smartest stupid girls that have ever kicked bal-changed through life.

Packing. Packing. Packing. Brunette. Reborn as a gypsy. Someone told me that I am incredibly incredible. I don't feel that way, but I am choosing to believe them today.