Mistaken For Love.

more than just a face with make-up and a girl with attitude at times. open but never will my feelings be walked over, again. does it hurt you to know that i don't care about some things, but do about most? that i continuously tell myself that i can be better than i am. maybe that's wrong. have you realized that i haven't written a proper sentence since i started writting this passage, and that i really dont give a fxck. was that foul? i have meaning to life and i want YOU to know that. i want you, as in any and everyone, to realize that i demand to be considered capable of being charasmatic and achieving and gorgeous and stunning and striking and mistaken and revealed and hidden and foolish and lovestruck, okay maybe not that last one. because, at the end of the day, whether everyone tends to believe it or not, there is a downfall with everything. that is why i wanted you to realize my faults, flaws and greatness. i feel there is only a simple few people or fewer that want the same things as i and i wont beat around the bush. this is simply put for my feelings on nothing less but, that four letter word that some people desperately wished they never learned. my guard has continuouly been let down and i really can't tell you why i have done so. i want a talk-to-buddy, a friend, a "i can tell you this cause i know you'll keep it secret or crack the fxck up when i tell you" hun. call me up, or sit right next to me, && lets just talk about nothing insignificant but something that means atleast something to us. is it wrong that we lead ourselves in the wrong direction more than half of the times that we select someone. i have more protection over myself. i stand strong, and better. i am my self nothing else. a young lady who really doesnt need a "him" to make her understand that she's not impeccable but doesn't mind being told that she is in his eyes every once in a while. i'm now shortening my horizons. no longer can i be mistaken for love.