The "New Girl" (Part II).

i smile with the injections because sometimes this world leaves me feeling so fucking infected. the poison i'm putting in me feels like a cure.. this manufactured poison.. because it counteracts the unrest. and i've been longing for a rest. for a real sleep. so i take what i can get; a false contentness i wish i could keep. i can keep it going. i can keep it growing. and i don't care anymore if it's showing. it's fucking up my life, but i'm addicted to the temporary release of the vice. and i don't want your advice.. we could never see eye to eye. i don't want "that life", YOUR life.. not anymore. i don't want to be dictated, or be a society whore. because i can honestly say, from now to before, i kept hitting the floor every day with no satisfactory release. and i really was getting pretty bored. i really was thinking of ending it. i've just gotten so sick of this game of cat and mouse. i'm so sick of how you used to make me doubt myself. i fucking hate this pretending for you and trying to be perfect. i won't.. i cannot do it anymore. love michelle.