� between my ribs � 2006-09-18 � 10:35 p.m. �
I feel trapped in my skin. I always thought I knew who I am... deep down, even when I doubted it... in the mud of grief... in the pain... between the knuckles of bad boys and worse lovers.... I always thought that I knew who I was then... who I would be in the end.
I was certain who I was wasn't relative to who I am with.
I was wrong.
I'll never know what's within me.
I'll never like her should we meet.
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