wow.

i am tired of being the DIFFICULT girl. the SAD girl. i am sick of being sick. i would like to wind up the music box of my life reply a different tune ; something you can sleep to. i am still BITTER. i taste it at the back of my throat and wash it down with straight SHOTS OF LIQUOR. i long for a full night’s sleep. i am TIRED of being the DIFFICULT GIRL : but i still read bukowski and plath, i still drink the moment things don’t go my way and rip up invitations when i am TRAPPED in my bed, CRY IRONIC TEARS that i am L O N E L Y. i still sleep with boys who will BREAK MY HEART so that i will have an excuse to hate them, then tear apart the sweet ones just to make it even.