neveryawn
Embrace isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.
I tied guitar strings around my heart, so every time it beats I don't sound so empty inside.
They say everything about me clashes with those around me. I'm sickly pale with dark hair and purple rings under my eyes, and everyone else is tan, blonde, and always perky and energetic. I need to get out of the south.
I remember my best friend used to have an oil lantern. We would sit in the basement late at night and pretend like we were stranded in the woods. I loved that game.
I remember every year my best friend and I took balloons and tied secrets to them in envelopes with addresses, then we let them go. I never did get a letter back. I miss my best friend and our little traditions like that one, though.
Crying is a reflex for me. People tell me I'm just being whiny, but I can't help it. As much as I would like to, I can't stop being pathetic on a whim.
I don't know what destiny I could possibly have. I don't believe in love, and my strong belief I used to have in true happiness is fading more each day.