mood: Not a nice one
things to know: life is mean.
Someday I'm going away.
.....soon, I'm going away.
But screw everyone else.
I'm going far away from everyone that dosn't give a shit of all the things people try to do for them.
Far away enough, where it would be more of an inconviniance to see me.
And then I will be happy.
I could rely on myself for happiness.
So then I wont put something so, bright in the tainted hands of one who would distroy it.
And when I'm gone, I will learn all the secrets of being beautiful.
I will be one of those ladies you see on the tv.
The kind that could turn heads.
And with a smile could win hearts.
And I wont attract ugly guys anymore.
And my friends. Well, the real ones who care.... I will see them.
But they wont recognize me.
They would see Margarita, you know the one who would show her face at my greatest point of my self esteem.
But now, shes perfected.
Someday, when I go away, I will eventually be back.
And I'll be new. Happy, Beautiful, and have some class that would charm everyone I talk to.
But now. I'm just Gracie.
So far. I haven't gotten too far with her.