Pale Porcelain Princess: 2007

Chocolate is my crack. yea.

I am mixed-up, I am disgruntled, I am lost, I want so much, I am empty, (profoundness strikes me as pretentious posturing), I am overwhelmed, sometimes it all overflows. I know myself so well; the lack of knowledge about my secret selves robs me of my breath. I yearn, I keen, I love. I want to leave it all. These great heights. I want to stop tumbling, ever seeking, always reaching, never having. Everything that I am, that I'm not, that I want to be, maybe. Maybe not. I am His. I'm aware that some of the more upright (read:self righteous) ones amongst us will in their judginess, call me out for not being a true child of J.C but you know what? That's really between me and him. So Stick your nose where it belongs, in your own leather-bound King James, yo.

I dare you to steal my stuff!