I wonder sometimes if my brother thinks about wanting to be someone else. Actually, I'm pretty sure he does. All the crap he's had to go through an still goes through, really should
Make
My troubles seems so insignificant. I'm meant to be the good child, the lucky one, the one who pulled herself away from the drama. The survivor.
But sometimes I wish for his life. Call me crazy but it is surely not that bad. He is happy and he doesn't know what he wants. But do any of us? He doesnt stay in places that make him unhappy.
I wouldn't have the courage ( though some call it stupidity ) to make my
Mind up that quickly about something, even though eventually my gut feeling comes true.
Sometimes I want to change myself. I want a nose job and fake boobs. Maybe then I'd feel like the confident girl I want to be. But then would I feel like me? Would people be liking me because I had a fake beauty?
Its 4 sleeps till I see you and I know your not excited. I know you want to see me, only because I promised lingerie and a raunchy night in bed. But I want to mean more than that to you. I stared at my body in the mirror after my shower today and wondered what you think about me. I feel like I'm not good enough. I wish we could talk more.
I'd ask you about work, and what you did today. Are you working on anything new? Did you hear about that thing in the news? Did u watch that web vid? So amazing, style for miles. Have you heard from the boys? How's your mum? How's your bro? Done any more work on the truck? Is the chopper still kicking? Should we watch a movie? Can you believe what that guy at work said to me today? Does the weekend have to end? Can we just run away together? Do you dream about me in your sleep, like I do every night?
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