BeckiBones

I can't explain myself to you myspace. So this is it - I'm a white box with black text. I change. I'm changing. People change. I breath, so therefore I'm just like you...and your neighbor, and his neighbor. I live. I am me - and there's nothing else to it. You can't explain me, I can't explain me. It's a complicated nature we all fall short in, because no one can explain you, or me, or her or him. But we try, and we try and we're never satisfied with the answer. So this is it, myspace. I am me. Expect the unexpected.Insecurities make you who you are and I’m drowning in all my failures. I used to be a kid and blow kisses to strangers, and now I’m spending my days praying you’ll lose track of me. I miss the days I could hide under the table. Now it’s just me and these bare walls playing, who will break down first. and I’m always the loser. I’ve taught myself to assume the worse in all situations, but sometimes I forget the twists in movies and get this painful shock all over again. I spend my days trying to make myself better and you spend yours making yourself worse. We’ll never see eye to eye on this one.