I'm All Dressed Up For You, In Red, And My Intentions Aren't So Good.

I blur the lines that define who I am and where I'm going to be,
I break down walls and build bridges that span the sea,
These hands catch fire and ignite the things I hold dearest to me,
so what is the consequence,
when I've got the whole world at my finger tips?

I feel bored lately. Too much coloring inside the lines, to much living like I'm not alive. I need to just "art out" so to speak. Routine has driven me to insanity.

I want to fuck up. It's like I'm daring the world to throw sticks and stones at me, because frankly, I feel untouchable. I want to just be stupid for a little while, do something and get in trouble for it. Now why would I want this? Because I'm bored.

I want to go all the way, I want to try things I have never tried before, I want to get high and get drunk, just to forget everything. Call me stupid, call me arrogant, I don't care. I'm living the way I want to now. Recklessly and out of control.

There is one thing that I have grown to hate. And I don't hate very often. Its the drama that you insist on bringing into my life. Stop threatening me. Stop threatening my boyfriend. I broke up with you for a reason, so get the fuck out of my life. I don't belong to you, and I never will.

I don't get angry in a lot of situations, but that just needs to get addressed. I swear to "God" if he fucks this one up, he has another thing coming.

Thank you to the couple of boys who are keeping me sane, and letting me live my rebel side for a while. I don't need to be protected all the time. I'm not a little girl anymore.

I'm excited to be here - Excited to live in the moment,
Excited to hold hands with fast times,
because I go with the flow like spilled drinks.