I can be horrible.
I can be HORRIBLE if I try. And I hate that about me.
Oh and apparently I talk about my life problems too much, I make myself sad, I'm emo, and I'm a bum who happens to have a flickr and myspace account. Yeah I have beautiful former friends.
The wind picks up and I am left with frost on my lips. I'm scared if I close my eyes they will freeze shut. It's so cold out I am covered in a cloud of my own breath. I'm cold, and it's beginning to fill me. I can't feel anything but the bitterness in my heart. I'm changing into something I don't want to be. Something cold, bitter, and horrible. I am becoming ice.
Why, what did I do? I want to scream it out. But I know deep down, this is who I was all along; a cold, bitter, horrible person.
Thanks everyone for your support :) I am starting a new "Ice Set" fun fun :)