I want to run away.
I want to run away to a place where I can be who I want to be.
To a place where I can be WITH, who I want to be (Which I'm sure is pretty obvious)
I want to go to a place where I can be the person I want to be on the inside. The one who doesn't cower. The one who just does things. All spur of the moment. I mean, there's obviously going to be things I'm still not going to do. But I'm too cautious I think.
I think? No.
This is most definitely something that I know.
I just had a huge fight with my mother, which I can tell you in itself is most unpleasant. BUT, this particular fight had to happen at one of the most INCONVENIENT times in the whole world. She seriously, GAH! I can't even begin to explain that woman to you.
This just in I'm a twat.
Becky being a twat: FIFTYMILLION
Becky NOT being a twat: Zero.
♥ b.
1 comment:
I always feel so emo reading about you wanting to run away on your blog.
Becky, can we hear about something happy? mmmm, like, candy? Yum.
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