Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.

Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place

I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another

I feel the emotion that life conjures up and the songs I write get me closer to my feelings and realising who I am. It's a natural process.

I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.

I don't have any interest in going out to clubs. I love people, and I love socializing, I just don't have any interest in being drunk.

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