| Sunday, March 7, 2010 |
| "This is not for you." |
We tried to piece together a relationship with drunken phone calls, random hook ups, and fake phrases. I was a beautiful face and a dynamo. My intellect and oblivious trust never mattered. Love was an antiquity we created, held together by money and hope.
I can't be bitter. I refuse to be a stupid girl. I honestly think I expected it. Stupid girls don't expect things like that. I just wanted to believe I was different, sophisticated, the chase of a lifetime. Then the chase was off. The race ended and I was ending dead last.
I ended dead last. |
Close your eyes and breathe at 9:24 PM  |
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| About the girl |
Name: Brit
About Me: I'm a starving artist, a traveler, and someone who narrates her life constantly. I want to live each day like it's my last.
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