Short on time
Short on love
Maybe even short on friends
Short on patience
Short on
Maybe just short on distractions
From your own life.
Maybe you’re just too short to reach the cabinets.
Under-promised instead of overcompensated.

Why did you feel like you had to prove something to everyone? Innocence isn't bad you know. You were going to wait. But you were just so **** eager to prove your point. Perhaps a bit of it was spite. You felt over sheltered, so you overcompensated.

You have bad hair and bad taste in boys.

Still you shouldn't have broken up with him via text. Twice.
Making the third time by phone call wasn't a bad idea.

You have small *****. Get over it.

Stop being so insecure. Do things by yourself. You’re prone to codependency and neediness is not a good look for you

Invest in a pair of cute thigh highs. Delete your ****** blog. Get your eyebrows waxed (it doesn't hurt that bad).

While I have your attention - DON'T ******* FAIL CHEM!!! You end up retaking it with the same teacher whose face resembles that of a rat.

Enjoy being a social butterfly because it'll get old quick. Also beer is gross so you didn't miss much at parties.

*You'll grow into your skin.

Who are you, in your eyes?
What authorizes this?
How overcompensated is your ego to allow you to do this, without guilty conscience?
Why do you do this to me?
When did you become this monster?
Where do I fit in?

They all tie into the one question that haunts my being:

                                                         ­                                                                 ­               Do I even matter?

And you hold the answer
my enemy
my friend
my teacher
my student

my fate
                                                            ­                                                                 ­           *Should I trust you?

You never want to feel like
that again, never want to experience
that kind of trauma. You don’t need
the drama. You’re too old for

it now. So, you overcompensate
to make up for yesterday. But by pulling
back that much you messed up someone else
who was looking up to you, with teary

eyes and stormy dreams to help her
find some way out of this forest of entangled
trees that you both caught yourself in. But
wait! I believe that somewhere lies

a balance. It’s been a challenge. But we’re
getting there. It’s taken many years to learn what
we need separately and what we can both do
together to uphold ourselves and the relationship as well.