In ten seconds, I have lost every last ounce of respect I once had for you.
And now I know your real name.
I am Laura.
I breathe out, you breathe in.
I am no longer surprised.
I am always indecisive.
I'm just this little girl, living in a town you've never heard of in New York.
This is me, trying to figure things out.
I've got to stand my ground.
Twitter.
Flickr.
GAS'D.
“ It is… senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live,
or what we are.
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Essays in Existentialism, p. 64
myspace.com/seiteswiped
facebook.com/asatisfiedmind
I breathe out, you breathe in.
I am no longer surprised.
I am always indecisive.
I'm just this little girl, living in a town you've never heard of in New York.
This is me, trying to figure things out.
I've got to stand my ground.
Twitter.
Flickr.
GAS'D.
“ It is… senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live,
or what we are.
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Essays in Existentialism, p. 64
myspace.com/seiteswiped
facebook.com/asatisfiedmind
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