Life changes. Or cycles rather. I grow and change, becoming another person. One day I wake up and realize that I'm right back where I was. Nothing lasts forever I've come to see.
What is it to be a bad girl? a bad mom? a bad wife? is it ok? will I destroy the lives of all around me? will I ruin my own life? or maybe, just maybe I'll be happy.
A person once told me I was the girl on the infinite rebound trip. And sisters, let me tell you, he had it straight. I thought I was different. I'm older and wiser and all that happy horseshit. But, I'm still the same fucked up little girl I always was. I just got a whole lotta flesh covering her up and a mess more experience.
