Sometimes I get so sick of myself. I'm always in thought. And I always think I'm right, until I prove myself wrong. I get on my own nerves. I can't even look in the mirror sometimes.
I wish I could be a little more free...and a little more ditsy...and not really care as much. A boob job would be nice too. Those types of girls have it made. Naaah, just kidding...but I am kind of jealous of them.
My problem is I care too much about everything. I drive myself crazy. I want to do, see, be, help, live, experience, feel, smell, touch, taste, embrace so many things. It's sometimes overwhelming.
I constantly live in a dream world of hope. But I have to, reality is to much to handle. If I begin think this is it in life, than I'm done...I give up. Haha...I'll dye my hair blonde, get a boob job, and live it up.
But it can't be, there is more.
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I respect this piece. You are very honest, not holding back, not censoring your thoughts. You show humility, vulnerability, humanity in expressing yourself here. You've inspired me to show some more humanity, the imperfection in myself. -Cher
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