Lost woman song

Posted on | December 16, 2010 | 1 Comment

I've been spending the past couple of months coming to terms with it all. For some reason it's difficult for me to accept that I will always be the girl who hates mornings and can kick anyone's butt playing super nintendo. I will continue take a coffee shop and good book over shopping, any day. I am a perpetual glass-half-empty person. I wish I were a musician or poet, too often finding my career unfulfilling. I have a mother who works paycheck to paycheck and has a nervous breakdown when someone takes a shit in her bathroom (for reals). My family refuses to talk to one another for no perceptible reason. What's hard to accept I don't know. It feels odd that even after moving 2000 + miles from home I (and they) are still the same - women lost. It's not that I expected or even wanted to change, yet I thought it natural. But here I am, still sleeping in and drinking coffee.

Let me know if any of this makes sense.