and as i climb into an empty bed...

oh well.
enough said.
i have more to say today.
much more.
often i've said my life would make an amazing novel.
often i am right.
and as he yells from the closet door.
why are you on your own tonight.
if your so pretty.
if your so funny.
if your so clever.
i know its over.
love is nateral and real.
but not for people like us.
not for those cases.
when you open up to someone.
its scary.
what if they dont like the real you.
the flaws.
the bits that wobble.
the mood swings.
the issues.
the extra baggage.
but we all have to let someone know the real us.
the bit we hide.
because we all have little secrets.
that we really do need to share.
want to know one of my dirty little dark secrets?
nah cuz then it wouldnt be a secret now would it.
i dance and sing in the shower.
i am the biggest stresshead in the world.
i sulk when i dont get all my own way.
i have terrible pms.
when i need space.
i need space.
i freak when someone gets close to me.
or falls in love with me.
but i just want to fall in love.
im well obessed with the idea.
please dont ask me how that works.
my biggest secret?
i have a 'sad' playlist.
all the depressing shit i listen to when im upset.
mainly before i go to bed.
nah that wasnt my biggest.
my hearts always on my sleeve.
and my heads never in the same place.
if you could be anyone in the whole world?
who would you be?
i'd be me.
i'd be Laura.
maybe i'd be thinner.
and shorter.
and have more confidence.
and bigger boobs.
nah i wouldnt.
then i wouldnt be me.
and last night i dreamt somebody loved me.
no hope
or harm
just another false alarm.
this story might be old.
and it might go on.
but thats why im good with words.
i'm gona re-write the story.
with my words.
and to the heartbreak kids...
band-aids for all.