my mixed up, scrambled-egg mind away, I'm running out of reasons to say "hello." And I'm afraid, always that I've become too transparent to hide my silly emotions. I remember obsessing with the scented lotions, you would caress me and I wanted to be your perfect drunken pin-up girl. Now here I sit, messy and disheveled, trying to keep somewhat leveled but I'm so afraid of you now. And I'm trying to work out how I ended up in this lonely place but suffocating, whilst in my old chaotic ways, I always breathed so easy.
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