I'm a big stupid history nerd.

I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

And falling's just another way to fly.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

Once upon a time is now.

Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me... I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.