7:55 a.m. | 2005-09-05
Pumpkin Pie and Good Intentions

Walking around on good intentions is knowing there's glass on the ground and closing your eyes and stepping forward with bare feet.

It's opening your eyes just as you step off that plane, mid-air, just to notice you forgot your parachute.

Will I ever get a chance to get over this? To accept that what happened in my past shaped me, but isn't who I am?

I am beautiful and I am strong. I am caring and I have a unique take on the world. I love life and I'm reliable.

I always said that I was happy that my parents raised me as they did and that I love the fact that so many boys have broken my heart. I do love it. Those situations have made me beautiful, and strong, and caring, and given me all of the things I love about myself.

How can I use those as a crutch then? How can, when I feel sad, use my broken childhood as an excuse when it has made me smile so many times before?

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