So I've been deconstructing my life and I've realized something.
I can't be superwoman.
I might not be good enough for josh or paris or steven or him, but then again, they might not be good enough for me.
I might not be cute enough to wear a mini skirt from Abercrombie and Bitch, but then again, it might not look good on me.
I'm not superwoman.
blue skies from pain.
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
Running over the same old ground.
Wish you were here.
Love! LeeA