Sigh*

I'm not her. I'm anything but that girl. I'm not who you want me to be. I am a girl, but I'm not her. I make myself out to be this girl...this imaginary person. I know that I have. I'm done with that. Count em, one...two...three...I'm out. I'm leaving and I'm moving and I'm growing and I'm shrinking. I really do with that life wasn't life at all. I wish it was something else entirely.