glory box

i remember writing this lyric in my diary when i was about 17 and meaning it:

"i'm so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow, gonna give my heart away, leave it to the other girls to play"

so what was i already tired of? how many complicated relationships had i had that i couldn't help but rebel against love?

none.

teenagers are such drama queens.

now, however, i feel like i have the right to say this and mean it. hell i can write it on every wall in this city if i want to.

i'm sure i'm gonna think about this in 10 years and think that i was a wally.