letter to the others

we are all the same. alike. we bleed our hearts all over the road and hope the mess will seem romantic to passers-by. we all think we love the most, hurt the most, are unique and we expect that our little quirks will separate us from the crowd. we play our lives like they are spectator sports with only dubious acclaim and a tin cup as a prize. i contest this contest. i cannot will not refuse to give more than another in hopes that it will be me that comes out on top. this is the part where i step down as fan club president and dismantle the entire sick group.

i am through with trying to reign victorious

i see myself. and i am you.

sharmilla. (small s and everything. now aren't i cute.)