Why Did I Do This to Myself Again?
Should have known better. Knew I should have known better, but here I am, curled up on my bed, thinking about it all and missing my razor. Stupid Liza hiding all the good blades. I need something sharp and mind clearing so I can get some work done and not think about him and how he "just wants to be friends" and how I thought it was going to work this one time and how I can't help but think there's something wrong with me. God, I hate this town. Too many old memories cling to everything. Every freakin street remind me of something. It drives me crazy! I want to go some place where I can be whoever I want because no one knows me, no one knows who I am, who I was. I'm a blank canvas. Paint me! But no, I'm stuck here in Ojai where everywhere I go feels uncomfortable cause lets face it, i don't belong in this town.
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