You know you can't possibly write that, right? Questioned my mind. I knew logically it made sense but I was tired of holding back, cowering in fear of possible rejection.
Fuck it ! You're going to do it anyways. Just don't blame me when shit hits the fan. You know shit will hit the fan, right?
I
sat in silence. A smile gracing my pearl pink lips. I've played it
safe my whole damn life and look where it's gotten me, fucking
nowhere!
No, this is my time!
You have to play by the rules or else. That small voice mocked me.
Or else what? What are they going to do to me? It can't be any worse then what they've already done.
Laughterechoed through the dense tunnels of my brain sending shivers down my
spine. Warnings I knew I would never pay attention to.
