sameshitdifferentday
My mum always shouted at me if i never set my mug on the coaster. The irony was, she herself never used to coaster. I never told her of this though, I always kept quiet just clenching my teeth silently.
Jazz.
They always called me Jazz,
But it always rolled of their tongues as if they were spitting it out in spite.
Jazz.
I hated the name.
But it looks like it'll stick forever.
Oh god. Here we go again. Another rush of people as lunch time draws near. As much as I hated lying the decietful smile on my face was the only way I could get through the day (and keep my job!).
Without those eyes i feel like im invincible, cause you were the one who held me down. Without that intoxicating smile, i feel like i am finally able to speak my mind. Without that smirk, I feel like I am finally able to stand up for what is right. I think I'm better off, without you.
Formalities, please. Just stop. You told me to be more graceful, you told me to be more eloquent, but what is eloquence if I'm playing someone else's game. I wasn't cut out to be formal. Oh hell no. I am that spontaneous clutz who will cease to amaze petty minds, and cease to be jaded. I will never be formal.