and as I stand here on the corner of happily ever nowhere and fuck my life I better figure this shit out all I can help but think is how so much I need to be told that it's all going to be alright. Clearly, not just by anybody but I need to at least know I'm going to be okay. Yes, I've said it to myself a million and one times and I will have to say it a million more 'cause somehow coming from me doesn't quite feel like enough.
I'm yearning to hear it from you or quite frankly anyone at this point other than me. Yet, only a few know of my feelings and my sufferings as you pointed out my life is "perfect".
Let me once and for all make a clarification, it's not perfect. Not even remotely near to it what so ever, I make it seem that way and I will continue to do so because lets face it no one cares and those that may well it's only in their interest. And why would I make myself vulnerable and weak to some one who will then turn it all around on me or later just use it to their advantage? I learned a long time ago that it's best to leave them in awe and wondering rather than take away the element of surprise.
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