It's Better; To Be Broken That To Break.

"if you need a shoulder; mine is here

and i love you

and no one can tell you what to do

roses and diamonds can never take the place

of your face.

I hope you never hesitate to wonder why."

I don't want anyone to know what happens in my head. "We'll try not to say goodbye". I could imagine that one day I'll be sent off to one of those head doctors. I'll get to lie on a big comfy chair and he/she'll ask me to talk away about my childhood or something, and obviously I'd tell them all about what I think. Then he/she'd tell me that they're going to give me some pills or that I need to go to a special place or some shit like that. ¬_¬

I actually got scared at the thought of that. Slightly embarrassed at the idea of someone knowing how my mind works. You'd all realise I'm a lunatic! That I shouldn't be allowed outside. You'd all find out what a nutter I am. Cause "i'm a fucking weirdo."

I hope you all read this in ten years time and go "shit, heather was actually being serious then", cause I know you all think I'm just doing it for the attention and the thrills.
Ah, if only you knew.