| i am sick of being what everyone wants me to be. i'm my own person and im not going to be something im not. i will walk around with my hair fucked up and my makeup almost gone and not care what people will say. i will look pretty when i want to look pretty, and not stand myself up to be anywhere close to your standards. i have my own. yours are don't compare. i never think of myself as someone with more power then you. i never think of myself as someone that could hurt someone so bad that they kill themself. but life. life could be better. i can picture you and me, going somewhere beautiful. somewhere bright, where we could sit there and watch the sun rise. it would be great. i can smile without being afraid. and we can sit, without needing to think of violence. we can be at peace. not thinking of the drugs we did, or the eager we still fight for them. we can just sit. dead, like a corpse. waiting for the next life to begin.if your ready to join my world, take it on. i dare you. if your not, step back. i'm inviting you. i am jessica, and thats how i think of things. |
