Little girls grow up playing house, pretending to have a family and someone to love. When you're a kid, all you want is to be older....old enough to go out without your parents, old enough to drive, old enough to go to college...to drink...to rent a car-what? I mean....)
....you want to be an adult, and to have that family you dreamed of as a little girl. No matter how much of a tomboy I may have been, all the scars on my knees wont hide my need to fulfill that childhood dream.
....you want to be an adult, and to have that family you dreamed of as a little girl. No matter how much of a tomboy I may have been, all the scars on my knees wont hide my need to fulfill that childhood dream.
I've got my license, I'm old enough to see R rated movies, I've graduated, and I've got a job. I've even got someone to love...but it's not enough. I will still need more, and will constantly struggle to get it until one day I look back and realize I've missed it all. Why is it that I want more when I have all that I need right in front of me? Why isn't it enough? Then again......maybe I should be asking a different question....
Why am I not enough?
[don't make fun of the colors....I was having a hell of a time mixing the flesh tones....so I settled on American Indian....which Shane is....so it counts]
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