sometimes i catch myself with this frown on my face. Furrowed brow. A deep "v" between my eyes. Lines bracketing my mouth. Cheeks slack. I see where my old face will be.
it's hard to give without wanting something back... without being afraid that i'm giving too much. I don't respect people who give too much; I'm afraid of being that doormat. also - i can't seem to separate giving from expecting things in return. i guess this is why people have dogs. and kids. You can't feel bad about giving to a kid.
3:26 p.m. - 2008-03-18
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