I want someone to look me in the eyes and tell me how I’m different from the next girl. I want them to make it as creative and elaborate as possible, and I want them to mean it. I just want to hear that I’m not just some girl to them. I want to know that something about me is special and different than the next girl they look at.
I just want to feel like I’m not somebody who could be replaced…
Thanks to paperfacedmasquerade for the submission/idea!
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero, Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.
And we couldn’t wait to grow up.
Rough week/weekend.
