this isn't even pretty.

I'll prove them wrong.
I swear to you (whoever you are)
I'm going to prove them so wrong, they'll say sorry.
maybe I want it for the wrong reasons,
but that doesn't matter,
I'm going to prove them wrong.

i just write.
little, little, down.
just a little though.
because that's all i'm made of.
learning how to breath happy without a you.
it's not waiting anymore, it 's life.
that may be settling,
but i guess that's just me.
i've got friends.
and they count hugs,
not kisses.