Some people aren't the friends I thought they were.

And some others are a lot nicer my so called friends.

If that makes any sense.

And that makes me feel angry, and a little sad, and kind of betrayed.

"I tear my heart open
I sew myself shut
my weakness is, I feel too much"

sometimes all it takes is a smile

that certain smile that makes me melt

"one day you'll say I was the one"

but by then it may be too late

I fucking hurt. For about a week each month it hurts to be a girl (and by hurts I mean I mean physically painful). And I think it is so unfair. It's like, my body is mad at me, but I know it's not...I know it's just doing what it has to do...but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I'm livin' in PMS city right about now, so you've all been warned. I am not responsible if anyone pisses me off for the next couple days...emotional spikes...pain...feeling like nothing I own fits right....oh, the joys of "womanhood".