Part of me rejoyces in my feministic side of freedeom, basking in the glow of having no responsiblites to any man *though I do* and not being dependent on someone who's life purpose is to make me happy.
Part of me is tired of not quite trusting people.
Part of me is inrecidlby thrilled with newfound friendships, and even more exicted with the fortification of old ones....and yet I find myself getting tired of being the venting catcher.
I'm finally intune with the world, its people, and its culture.
And now I want out, I want the next glow, theres more.
But I'm not unhappy....I'm actualy pretty satisfied.
Though its human nature to want more.
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