It is not often that one's thoughts serenade into those mystical spaces, that otherwise exist, but for us, just in the mind. But her's did, always. She called it, yearning for a life, altogether different. I called it being untamed. She was definitely not one of us.
I'm weird.I feel.I believe.Like i said,am not emo.I feel stupid when I cry.Makes me happy.I don't care.I'm awesome.I crack lame stupid jokes that no one except me finds funny.Nothing bothers me.Everything does.I don't fake smiles.I don't.I laugh like its the end of the world.I'm just another girl.Not.Period.
1 comment:
Let her go, let her be, untamed, wild. :)
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
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