"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Is this even possible?

I didn't know it could happen. I didn't realize that I could feel an emotion this deep.

I never knew anyone could do what you've done and get away with it.

I'm your doormat. Your stepladder. Your last resort. You see only what you can get from me and nothing more. You think I can withstand anything you throw at me. You think I'm tough enough to handle rejection and exclusion without shedding a tear.

I'm nothing but an accessory with a functioning mind.

And I'm about done with it all.
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