You wanted someone to be an optimist.
Because you can't be.
And that's what I was to you.

I was an optimist.

I'm still an optimist.
But I work for myself, now.

Has anyone ever been attacked by words?
And I don't mean verbal arguements or anything like that.

I feel like I'm on fire.
My skin is buzzing.
Itching.
To remember these words.

Words that make no sense.
But my body has this urgent need not to forget them.

But I think it's been a long time coming.

And the only thing I can do is purge.
As hard as this is to admit:

For me to be okay I need to purge you from my life ( Read more... )

I'm calling it, now ( Read more... )

And it helps when you have distractions ( Read more... )

I wish I knew what happened to the girl I used to be ( Read more... )

It's times like this ( Read more... )

I sure as hell don't ( Read more... )

I love when you run into an ex ( Read more... )

I have the hiccum-ups ( Read more... )