what?

I’m ready for something different, but I don’t know what. I’d like to do something different, but I’m unsure what it is that I’d like to do. Decision, decisions.

There are stories I’d like to tell, but maybe the wrong audience is reading them here. Maybe I’d like a place where no one reads them. And then again maybe I should stand up for the place I made of my own. After all, it is my place right?

Maybe I’d like to unpeel all the layers. Underneath this hard candy shell is a soft chocolatey filling. Wouldn’t you like a taste of that?

And maybe...just maybe I’d like to blend. For once. Not stand out for anything. A flower on the wall...

But I am not a wallflower am I. And this is my dance. My theater. Where I am the star. So there is no way for me to blend in here is there. Like the sore thumb that I am, I stick out.

I’m sorry we used harsh words towards each other. I know you feel bad and for my part I feel bad too. It’s weird not feeling comfortable enough to tell you my secrets anymore. I’m bursting at the seams.

I’m thankful you offered me a place to hide. Even if i can’t use it, it felt good knowing you wanted to help.

Everything you said was true girl. Everything we talked about today. Damn celebrity. Damn it to hell.