Saturday, December 03, 2011 / 9:49 AM

Girl in the Window

It's unfair. Well that is what I think. When I look at it through my eyes. In my head, I have every reason to think that it is. I don't get it sometimes. Feels like I'm on a friggin see-saw but right now I'm not the weight, I'm not the one on the south side. I'm up, legs dangling and I'm looking down at the ground. Thinking if I fell, it'll hurt a lot more than if I was the anchor. And if anyone knows how the pivoted plank works, as one end goes up, the other goes down. I don't want this ride anymore, I can't be on this ride any longer. Back and forth, back and forth, I can't. Too often I don't even know where I am sometimes, till I don't know where I stand. Am I here? Should I be doing this? If i'm doing it, do I do it now?

If I don't find equilibrium soon. I'm getting off and I'm going to walk away.

As much as that makes me a coward, really doesn't matter so much when I have nothing to lose. When I realise I, all along, did not have it to begin with. So screw you teeter-totter.




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