I need you to be happy for me, to say congratulations, to say something other than useless blather. I need to be told that I deserve this, that you were wrong and I'm okay afterall. Because, I feel broken, like you tore me up inside and now I don't matter. I'm so tired, I just want to sleep and I can't.
I hate you. I hate you.
No, forget it.
I can tell myself. I deserve this and so much more. Fuck your assumptions. Fuck my doubts.
This should have been a good night.
About Me
- Frankee
- My name is Francesca and Frankee. If I am going to be completely honest I have to say that I can tell you very little about myself. I am never the same person from one day to the next. I love causing a scene and confusing people, shaking up their expectations and making their moments into memories. I'm full of contradictions, someone who loves being completely isolated and still tends to crave living in the middle of an eclectic downtown anywhere. Life is too short not to feel and in the past I've tried too hard to be resilient. Good and bad, I'll take it over nothing. Today I know my hands are full, I have so much and life is worth the things you cannot touch. I believe in passion and love and only hate time. Time is my enemy and I will stay as young as I feel to spite him. It isn't really these memories I'll keep forever but the way in which they made me feel. It's not hard to make me happy. Stars, music, children, fireflies, tea and art keep me sane. I like me, I hope you like you.
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