Pay attention to me because of my skill, not her because of her beauty. Society frustrates me today. The weather frustrates me today [the one day of a million I wear my shoes instead of boots]. My family frustrates me today, but I guess the latter is nothing new.
More frustration is making an attempt at mending bridges that seem to have a few growing cracks in them, only to have the person on the other side not willing to try. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only one trying. Sometimes it feels like people don't care. Sometimes I wish I had that one friend that there was no bullshit, no fakeness, no hidden hatred or annoyances. Maybe that's too much to ask. Maybe everyone deals with some of that in every relationship. Maybe I'm not so good at this friendship thing.
I love myself today for the things I used to hate. I'm no longer ashamed of what I write or think or why. I love myself for my cracks & flaws. I'll keep learning & loving, I'll keep trying new things & failing. Life is this never ending story or game. You get bonus points & one ups. You achieve new skills at every new level. Clay's right.
The library has new "assrooms". How clever, boy who somehow made it to University. The truth? It could've been me. Sometimes I feel like that girl who just doesn't belong & is forever stuck wearing clothes from Northern Getaway. Does anyone else remember that place? It's scarred me for life.
I'm gonna fight. I'm gonna kick some ass. You just wait & see. I'm not some girl that can be broken. My knuckles will break & bleed. The sweat will pour down my face. I will dance on my toes & then throw my knee into your face. Watch it.
I'm sick of this bullshit.
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