The Idea of Life
ive become to hate how life is just so predictaable!!
i have no addiction to anything but the boredom that has become my situation.
Yes i love being there but i dont thrive on anything.
Ive become the women i hate, the ordinary and consistent.
They lay their lives on the line and refuse to walk it drunkenly!
Laugh out loud is beyond them, Profanities arent even heard of it!
Wheres the curiosity, the blatant disreguard for any form of restrictions and rules.
They lack those beautiful moments where everything could be falling apart and yet your
smiling.
Yes those arent the ways to a life of success but what is life without memories, without
experience, without fun!
Unrelenting and stubborn, i refuse to be the stepford wife of idiocy.
Here i am world, like it or not, im not going to change...and why should i?
I mean, its not like i killed anyone...tee hee
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