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!


  1. wow. why does this sound like the story of my life?

  2. Wow! Sounds like my sister. She seems to attract 'needy' men, 'needy' name it. Constantly sucking the life out of her. UGGH!!