Never Again

I'm never going to be anyone's little sister again.

The last time I made that idiotic mistake, someone got heartbroken and I got hurt.

It's a lie that the heart breakers don't feel anything. It's like breaking a glass cup, the shards cut.

So. I'll never call anyone kor again.

If you're reading this, you're the last. I'll never call anyone that ever again.

Incongruent

We learned this in Geometry.

Some things don't equal each other no matter how much you try.

And I don't always feel the way you call me.

No matter how much you try.

Don't make me into what you think I am. I'm normal.

I'm congruent with you.

Diet

Huh.

I'm supposed to be on a diet. No chocolate and fries, etc...

But, my hair smells of chocolate.

How am I supposed keep my diet now?

Singing

There's something about singing. I don't know why I like it so much, but I like it so so much.

But I can't sing. Nope.

Kinda hurts every time I remember that.

Humans right? Always wanting something they can't have? Yeah. I've always wanted to sing, even after I liked writing. But I can't have it.

So fine.

Choices

Look before you leap.

Nope. Not for me.

I don't look, I just jump. Say yes, ask questions later. Which isn't a good thing at all. That is why I get hurt, that is why I've died over and over inside. 

Fine.

I'll look. I promise. 

Next time, I promise I'll look before I jump. 

You know what? No, I've got it wrong. I look then jump. But I can't seem to gauge the distance. 

I think it's okay and I jump and I'm left crumpled, broken, dead, at the bottom. Sometimes I catch on to something. But when I catch on to something, someone else gets hurt.

I'd rather I get hurt than someone else. But sometimes, I don't have a choice. I have to hurt someone.

Yes, we always have a choice. But mine is a choice between hurting him or hurting her and you know what?

Well, I've chosen.