My Life StoryClumsygirltryingtowalkstraight.
Whoops, My MistakeI'm sorry I made youmy mistake.You were just a whoopsfor me,but I wasa heartbreak for you.I'm sorry it took me a whileto realisethat youweren't for meand that youwould never be.I takefull responsibilityfor the mistakeI made.And I'm sorrythat it hadto beYou.
I Don't PromiseI don't make promises... I make pinkie swears...
easteri'm in the back of the car, sucking my chlorine hair and watching with sleepy eyes out the window. brown dirt is soon ochre and we are nowhere in particular yet. we are going to the atheton tablelands for easter. i fall into a broken sleep on my sister's warm shoulder and when i wake up we are there.it is nighttime and my cousin is only still a baby and she cries from inside the house (which is really only a very large shed). out of the car the air is like freezer air but fresh and crisp like cold water. my eyes become wide at the rolling of the hills around us, the living green they are, the horse paddocks, the shapely trees. there is a loud, insistent buzzing of myriad thumbnail sized insects slamming themselves against us, and walls, towards the light. they scare me and i go inside, under blankets. i am still tired and softly i ease back into sleep on a mattress on the floor.when i wake up i am the only one awake, even the sun is still sleeping. when i'm the only one awake i like