Monday, March 23, 2009
It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two.
The "Mean Reds" get to me. I am the Modern Day Holly Golightly. I live freely and it can become quite exhausting. I am the broken gift inside delicate and ornate wrapping. I am the one you RETURN TO SENDER. I am not easily reassembled. I think its time for my life of lace to adhere to the harsh velcro of society once again. I need to escape the prison and confinement of my fucked up mind to live normally again. i want to experience the warmth and beauty of the sun pressed against my skin. I want to interact with humans again, even if they are shitty or difficult. I want to not have an incessant nausea in my stomach everytime i emerge from my cocoon of panic. I long to be the girl I lost months ago. Im trying I honestly am. If i dont sharpen up a lot is at stake, especially the boy I love so dearly.