He’s like a tornado I want to wrap my arms around. I would give in to it and be broken for him. It’s maddening.
Belonging
I always get close, close enough to feel that I belong. Until I remember that I will never belong. This small town with these small minded people, with their lack of perspective. Their thoughts drowned under the pressure of popularity and reputation.
I would rather walk the corridors by myself and hear nothing than the sound of my footsteps than conform to their expectations. I’d rather stay u late with the stars then have enough energy to smile at their false and deceiving faces.
