ladyindigo2
My clock is the one keeping me awake right now, probably. Maybe it's just the insomnia. Maybe its just the fact that I'm a writer, and every moment I try to sleep is plagued with a swarm of ideas, loud with the chatter of characters. If only writers had vampiric powers; they'd put them to good use if anyone could.
I can't stand it. I can't stand this structured life. I want to leave. Now.
A rusty old pickup truck, $200, a map, and all the clothes I can carry in one bag. Heaven. I'm off to the wilderness. Screw your structures. Screw you, too.
I have a lot of policies, especially for someone as carefree as myself. I like to think that they keep me within the lines of who I'd like to be, but sometimes I just put them in place so I can keep myself from being lumped in with the rest of the world, I think.
I like the fact that I'm still... whole. A lot of girls are ashamed to still have their virginity, but I love it. It'll be satisfying to tell my husband one day that I waited until I found him. It'll be amazing to experience that with him and him alone.
I can't stand it. I really can't.
The other girls complain constantly about their weight and their bodies. They don't know what it's really like to have such a loathsome form.
And the worst part is knowing that everyone who sees me judges me by my shape rather than the person I am.