Sometimes my downright stubbornness gets to me, and sucks me to hell.
Sometimes I wonder what the hell - or rather who the hell - I am fighting for/against.
To prove a point? To prove myself? To prove them wrong?
To get a kick out of knowing I can do it, but at the expense of everything?
I think how all these enthusiasm/optimism/passion dissolves within one day proves a point, au contraire.
Why bite off more than you can chew, ms try-to-act-tough?
It's the same whole viscious cycle, my dear
Why do you never learn?
*throws hands up in air*
miffed,
belle
