Sometimes, I wish I could be the bad guy. Sometimes I wish I could just scream and yell and fuck shit up. But my poor heart...my small..broken..heart. She won't let me. My heart, that is. She won't let me be mean. She won't allow me to fight for what I want. Because what I want is wrong. It's not what everyone else wants. And that's what I need to pay attention to. Is what everyone else wants. What I want? It doesn't matter anymore. It hasn't mattered for a long time. And that's okay. Because I'm used to it now.
