Sunday, September 13, 2009


I'm fake and I just realized it. Faker than a $4 bill. Faker than a pack of blonde 79 cent bargain rack hair at the beauty supply store. I didn't know... At least not until today. I'm everybody's cheerleader and everybody's friend. I can be superwoman. When trouble happens, I'm the one to call on. My shoulders are always free when someone needs to lean. I'm the life of the party. I can make you smile when you're down and give you a reason to laugh when u wanna cry. I've always been that way. I attract the type of people who are in need. That means that the majority of people that have come into my life are only around for a season. No one seems to want to stay for a lifetime... I'm everyone's everything girl, and I'm sick and damn tired of it. Hell, I want to lean. I wanna fall into someone's arms and break down and cry and shake and scream until I have no tears, no voice left..... But I can't... I've gotta be strong for you, and you, and you, and you! I'm tired of smiling, acting like all's well in the world. It's not. It's crumbling around me... I can't fix it. I have this uncanny ability to solve everyone else's problems, but mine, no, mine are all my own's. I can't take it to them, they won't understand. Bullshit, woe is me, crappity crap. Not to worry though, it'll be all over in the morning......SUPAWOMAN TO THE RESCUE!