lolita
i miss being that sweet little punk with red lipstick and combat boots. the one inside her mind, all the time.. it's strange where i'm at. if not for one tiny decision, i would be in a mental hospital this very second. i would be fed pills and more pills and more pills by nice doctors in nice coats. i would be isolated, manipulated.. now i go from these threats to life. i go from a single miserable moment to an all-encompassing renaissance of an existence i've never known. this week alone i've experienced so many monumental, altering events that i don't know where to start when someone asks. i never thought i'd be this girl. i'm so glad to be out in the world, but terrified of what comes next. i don't want to write here anymore.
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dizrythmia) wrote,
