And the green faced woman tried touching my altered hair. Should I be scared or should I be disturbed. Either way they’ll never be happy. Thank God for the people who are straight minded and are able to voice what I wish I could voice! I know exactly what this body of mine wants. But I don’t want people to think I’m crazy, so what I want will be my cleansing secret.
Sometimes I feel so suppressed, so inside out. I want to go to a movie by myself, I want to eat at a fancy restaurant by myself. But tonight the gateway to the end of my suppression was a dandy little thing called internetz and the secondhand CD from my mom.
And I just want to sit and talk about the weather and how we feel. We could even have a girl talk if you want. I don’t know why I’m proud of that but I can’t help it anymore can I?
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