Things that make me sick.

My hands are clammy, I stick them in my pocket but I can't keep the sweat from seeping through. Its weird huh, how I want something to last but the whole idea terrifies. My shell, I also retreat into it a soon as COMMIT is slipped into a conversation. Ah, I want something but don't want to work for it typical me.IMPULSE I seem to live on impulse, that what makes the world view me as fickle. Living on impulse no always good. Him oh no he is great but I have began to question if the words of another were right, "No body wants to put up with your crap." :/ It seems true enough, I mean I am all over the place, one day open another closed off, something I think to much other times to little , I haven't fund the balance yet. Yes, I am a huge mess but who isn't. Even the most put together person in the world will have a mess once in a while. I mean I am just trying to find myself. Damn hands revealing things that don't need to be known.

Ah, Mirror Mirror on the wall stop telling me what to do. I just want to break the face of the girl looking back at me. Her smile sweet and sure her eyes vulnerable yet strong. I hate her because I lost her buried so deep in the confines of my mind. Its like she mocking me. Live day to day they say, I can't do that I don't why its impossible that's of course unless I can. It depends on my mood. Yeah I am a moody girl it all depends that's the instability of the life as a teenagers I suppose. Excuse me, girl in the mirror where did you go?

Oh great I feel sick again, sick of him, her, you, especially you. So I stick my hands in my pocket in attempts to hide the sweat.