all's well that ends well

why make mountains out of mole hills??? aren't you just tiring yourself into doing an impossible task??? isn't that just completely POINTLESS??? hello!!!!!!!!!!

i am an evil little girl.

mwahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaaa!!!!!!!!!!!

i hate being left behind, don't you?

so now. i'll do the leaving. they won't care. i'm obviously not needed anymore. so i should just stop needing them. it's only fair.

Just realizing how wrong I was about all three of you.

I'm torn in two...
And there's nothing I can do...
I'm ripping apart
Trying to hold on to everything
But knowing some things need to give...
Afraid of change
But in need of it at the same time
Wanting to stay
Wanting to go

I wish I didn't have to decide.
I wish I didn't have to be so torn in two...

in·fa·my ( P ) Pronunciation Key (nf-m)
n. pl. in·fa·mies
Evil fame or reputation.
The condition of being infamous.
An evil or criminal act that is publicly known.


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[Middle English infamie, dishonor, from Old French, from Latin nfmia, from nfmis, infamous. See infamous.]

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infamy

\In"fa*my\, n.; pl. Infamies. [L. infamia, fr. infamis infamous; pref. in- not + fama fame: cf. F. infamie. See Fame.] 1. Total loss of reputation; public disgrace; dishonor; ignominy; indignity.

The afflicted queen would not yield, and said she would not . . . submit to such infamy. --Bp. Burnet.

2. A quality which exposes to disgrace; extreme baseness or vileness; as, the infamy of an action.

3. (Law) That loss of character, or public disgrace, which a convict incurs, and by which he is at common law rendered incompetent as a witness.

all this time...
i was thinking of you...
and i just wanted to beat you.
for once.
at anything.
anything at all.
because i forget, you see,
that you're imperfect
just like everybody else.
because you are everything.
because you have everything.
but mostly because...
they all love you.

I don't know what's up with that guy. I don't know what he's trying to do. And really, I've decided not to dwell on it. I've wasted too much time doing that already.

Cryptic signs and words wrongly let loose...
I let them get swept away by the breeze...
My palms too tired to keep holding
Onto things that should've been let go...
Long, long before...