I'm a little, little teapot, full of secrets. I'm a girl, all wet eyed and this morning's careful ministrations are now my vengeful war paint - dark eyes like I haven't slept in days.
Slept till noon in a blue T shirt - it's so much harder to wake up to an empty bed even with all my sheets exactly where they belong Me-*******-ticulous, perfect, all mine, stellar.
I'm a normal girl, a girl, a girl, a twenty-something brunette who just doesn't know how to turn off her ****-off attitude. I'm all flesh and bone and I just spent 30 minutes ODing on my own adrenaline, martyring myself secretly like some glorified, glamourous ****** trying to stick it to the world that hasn't done me any favors! But I don't really believe that.
These days I'm dancing like I fight: all tight fists and closed, wet eyes. I'm rage and *** and I'm ****** as **** and you don't know anything about me.
I'm a girl, a ****** *****, a twenty-something brunette with no excuses. I'm sad and I'm angry and I'm so sick of having absolutely no reasons why.