scarekrow

Have you ever arrived in that point in your life... where you're sick and tired of things happening the way they do?

I'm talkin' Fight Club style, where you are just a hair away from giving up and reverting to some sort of mechanical demeanor. Or at least just reinventing yourself... or at least evolving into your true self?

Yea... about that.
I'm here... and I kicking down that fucking door.
All of my favorite parts of me are going to be given their time and a new home, because the things I've felt today were just enough to make me ill.


No, no. This isn't some sort of self-absorbed, whiny, pathetic cry. It's more of an "I am woman, hear me roar" crusade. Except, you know... I've got a penis.