I am out of place, and still have nothing to show. Nothing to gloat about. Nothing that will be associated with my life.
The girl with the eyeliner.
Thats as far as I haveGotten, being known as that girl with the dark eyes. Hell not even being remembered by my own name. A common name as it already is, and yet I find it better that they call me the wrong name over and over vs wrong every time because than for a split moment that persons successes become mine.
Not made gold. Not left behind in the muck either.
I have men talking to me for the wrong reasons.
Or the right intentions but at the wrong time.
Or the right intentions, but I don't have that electric bond that'll motion me to respond.
Dispensable, unmovable, one touch explosive and informality to social rules of friendship.
I haven't found my outlet. My only source of contempt for the time being is my job. But..why do so many people dislike it while I don't...
Its only temporary.
I have faith these thoughts I have will evaporate. While I have my own conflicting battles and emotions, I still count my blessings because it could always be worse.
Wallow in your self pity, self hatred, and self emotional mutilation. But come back from it, reflect, and take care of your own person.
Mina
This note is for me, cuz I do love myself. You aren't part of my long term happiness, you were/(are) just the blade.
Sent from my iPhone
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