Just like a paper tiger, torn apart by idle hands.

I'm so tired of feeling like this.

I've never been one to act like this.
I'm crying at stupid things that never happened and now won't ever happen.

I don't even have anything to worry about.
I'm somehow in this weird limbo.

My life is wonderful.
My life sucks.

Every line so far started with I, I'm or my. I'm the most self centered person in the world.
NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, SUZANNE.

Fucking learn that before you push everyone away.
You're already doing a good job.



I will not be the girl stuck at home in the 'burbs
with the baby, the dog and the garden of herbs
I will not be the girl in the sensible shoes
pushing burgers and beer nuts and missing the clues
I will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels
to be trotting along at the genius' heels
I will not be the girl who requires a man to get by.

Walking in the Garden.
Comfy Cuddle Couch.

Kid.

Hm.

How long is six years, anyway?

When does a stage kiss turn into a real kiss?
How well do we really act?



Okay, Perfect, come be mine.
Do I want the dancer or the beat?

I'll walk these boards
I'll read these lines
I'll cry a little bit
I'll pretend that audiences
aren't full of utter shit.
I'll act my best
I'll wait behind
I'll emote like the rest
I'll try to find some love for you
and act that you're the best.

"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.