She speaks to me fondly of passions and talents, guitars and stars, and them stops short and apologises for speaking at all. All become somewhere in her life, somewhere in her life, someone she loved broke her heart by ignoring her beautiful words and telling her to shut up, keep it down, nobody cares. People aren't born sad. We make them that way.
And this is just the beginning!!!!!! Things are going to get real ugly now. I will not bring anything else up. I will keep it all inside my compartmentalized little brain...... And then when i blow, you can OWN THAT SHIT BITCH