Now, Darling...

I know you find me pretty enough and I need not worry about losing any chronological privileges but I can't help my thirst for power I lack.

Power I want to acquire.

One of the many downsides of growing up is that whenever you feel bad about yourself, disney advice like "believe in yourself!" and "stay true to what you are!" just doesn't do it anymore. Not that it ever really did, anyway.

Stop, your heart beat will fall and I will cry until you wake up.

There's no way to go back.
There's no point in moving forward.

Both empathy and apathy will always wind up killing the only things worth shit about me.