Dear Mouse,
What am I going to do?
I feel like I'm alive in this strange world, like I don't belong in the normal sane world. I belong in the world where anything can happen. But here I am stuck in reality. Here I'm stuck with the hope of being somewhere else with people who mean the most to me.
In this reality I'm told who to be, I'm told how to act, I'm told who I am, what I can and cannot do. I'm having an off week. I'm having a day where I could care less.
Is it wrong to say none of your buisness to someone who asks who your boyfriend is? I don't have one, even if I did I don't have to tell you who it is do I?
screw off world! Screw off sir! You took advantage of a hard time to gain from it. I'm no longer going to trust you.
I'm done trying to have every one listen. I'm done. I'm done...
Xoxo
-A
