I love how people think they can make me be like them.

really...serious? They tell me what to do, where to go, how to feel and as they talk I start staring at walls thinking of how I can paint that person. I have to because I'd lose my mind if I didn't.

I buried the bitch that I was a long time ago and people know that. Guess what? When you put that part of you out there the swarm comes in. They eat you alive because I became the weak. It's fabulous.

From what I've heard I don't think right. Maybe I don't. Who gives a fuck what I think. No one... but they like to talk about it.

Can some one tell me what I do right? Hmmm....can you hear the crickets?

I just unburied the bitch.