You can't live up to what you've been.


Just sometimes.


I feel like having a secret.








Well anyway I was gonna leave it at that but I really hate when people post cryptic things, alright? It just isn't me. I seem to have a lot of trouble with me lately. Me doesn't feel like it's Christmas, Me lies about her favourite things, Me gets pushed over when the real Me is a blazing bulldozer who never shuts up and is the obnoxious know-it-all class head, is able to find her shit when she needs it, and isn't afraid to say what she thinks because she wants approval from the next person and doesn't want to embarrass herself. The real me sings when she feels like it, doesn't hide every single thing, doesn't suppress confrontation, beats up the boys, climbs trees and picks flowers, stoops down to touch mimosa because she can, and runs instead of just walking up the hill, trying to savor it, but really enjoying it.

I guess I like the real Me.