"And a prolonged period of time would include the next 15 minutes. You're better than that. You're something to desire. Hes just a cute boy. You won't be the last girl this happens to. But you'll be the first to not care."

I'm going to miss these people.

Come on, baby, let me see what you hiding underneath.

December brings feelings. I tried to ignore them. They got worse.

Fight.
Love.
Out.
Wind.

Flowing like the river in Pocahontas, never stepping into the same arena twice,
I sauntered into a new year.
A new person.
A new affirmation.
A new soundtrack.

Termination.
Seasonal.
Forever.

You'd make a beautiful Snow White, princess.
Too bad they'll never see it.