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IS ANYONE READING THIS ANYWAY? THE GOOD BAD KIDS..I TRY TO BE GOOD BUT EVERYONE KNOWS THERES ALWAYS A LITTLE BAD IN GOOD....
They say in life, get a real job, get married, have children, do all those things your parents did but do them better and with half the mistakes? Who wants to do all that? Why should I mold myself to societies standards? I mean yes I want to go to school and make something of myself? But why limit myself to working behind a desk from 9-5 just to get my greasy paycheck that barely covers my expenses? Why must I drive the new flashy cars to get the stares? Should I live in a world of new smells and price tags? Can't I work the job that I want to work even if it doesnt rack in the extra digits? If everyone walks in a straight line should I, can I just not conform and be the difference? Hmm...I am tired of people looking at me and thinking I should be doing more...I do what I can, I set my own limitations, I know what I can and can't do...Not you or him or she or they...I don't want to be like you, I will not be like you...When you see me with my brown hair and blues eyes with my pierced body and muscular arms...you think what? I think -I see me. I see beauty and grace, but also a fiercness and determination, I can be that rose you think is so sweet but I got my thorns that will cut you just as deep...Everyone dreams of fairytales, Princes and happy endings...I choose my own ending-apart from the cookie cutter norm-a world for myself built by myself-anyone that understands this has done it and succeeded, dare you try? I push...Can anyone tell why we love or why we hate? Do we hate to love or love to hate? I feel things that are to much for me at times to comprehend, I know how to put it into words yet can not fully admit to myself why my tears fall or why my heart flutters? Time passes slowly, all I see is the familiar faces and the familiar places nothing pops out at me and grabs my attention anymore. It is only when long distances are traveled that I am content and happy. Feeling that I have accomplished something or opened a new door or a wrote a new chapter in my life. The voices that I hear on the other end of the line are sometimes sweet..yet something happens when I say my goodbyes. Tears slip out of the corners of my eyes for I feel an emptiness I can not explain without the precense of the voice. Is that all you are just a voice, a late night excursion for a quick laugh and release of the days harsh beatings? Release unto me your future desires and the dreams of better futures. I listen and sometimes we joke about how nice it would be to share each other forever...HOw long is forever, is forever till you click the END button and the line goes dead? Are pretty things said to fill space and make the moment memorable at that time? Bring a smile to my face yet I feel that is short-lived for the moment breathes a new uncertanity... I watch through eyes that have seen so much and whisper taunts at the world through lips that are more salty then sweet...Time changes everything, flowers wither, I age, I live to die...That's the truth isn't it, I will never be eternally young..Although I do wish to die young and pretty....hmm...Dreams..I still think to much....miss you....
So much to say, But no words to convey...
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