Sometimes I call strangers names when they wear American Eagle hats. Then, I apologize profusely. Then, I fall out of booths at Jimmy John's. Then, I need someone to make sure I'm okay. And it's a pretty good night. But other nights are okay too.
But....
I will never be that girl with the ugly wedge heels and empty stare.
I will never be that girl with a dress for every occasion and matching bags.
I will never be that girl who needs to be bought things.
I will never be that girl....
You know... that one girl.
I'll be in my cargo shorts and sneakers waiting to go fishing or build a fort. I'll go dutch anywhere you want. I'll show up on your porch with a slushie and a smile at 1 in the morning. I'll show you what it is to be alive. And, when I clean up, I'll clean up nice. I'll dance, if you want to dance. I'll wear my high heels when I need to. I'll tell you exactly what I think.
But.... man.... I don't know what type of girl I am.
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The ramblings, writings and musings of an apprentice. Because "poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels"


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