January 2011
I play this game with myself. I ask myself? “Who’s so fucked?” To which I reply to myself “This girl, this girl!” These types of situations seem to have a way of seeking me out. I brought it upon myself and still I feel like these things totally just have a way of finding me. It’s not exactly simple, there’s no straight answer. I tried to sleep but...
“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run...”
– Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City.
I met him in future form tonight. On some kind of drug-higher than a kite. Having a beer. Wanting quotes and speaking of weird philosophies. And he said I was beautiful, had some kind of third eye, and tried to understand the meaning of my name. And when I said he was thinking on a different level than me to get him to shut up, he put on his sun glasses-though it was dark-and walked away....
Better Than Revenge: Taylor Swift. →
