Ok, this just popped out of my head recently, and it's not all that put together. I want it to be, though. So please comment on the parts that you like, and the things that are utter shit. I would love to edit it into something worth while.
Why do dresses make some girls feel like princesses and others feel like rejects?
Is it natural selection or fate?
Tomorrow, will I find my prince charming, or will I prick my finger on the proverbial spinning wheel?
Nothing makes me happier than…oh, I don’t know.
Nothing brightens my day like…shit I forgot.
Nothing really matters except for…How much will therapy cost?!
Shit I can’t afford that.
Go talk to your barber or bartender, it’s cheaper, and you get something out of it.
Maybe you really can fly…off the front porch.
Maybe your dreams will lead you to answers…for tomorrow’s crossword puzzle.
Maybe there is a secret message in your alphabet soup.
But you’ll never listen.
Never learn.
Never fly.
Never pay attention to the beauty in the day that is going by,
Because that alphabet soup is so much more interesting than the sun that shines off of the lake outside your door.
You can’t depend on fate, you can’t believe in yourself when you think you can fly.
You can’t afford the alternative, and you feel depressed when everything’s all right.
