"Don't tell me that it get's better- I've preached the same thing so many times that it's burned into the back of my throat.
They're just words. Without a reason- without a powerful spark behind them, the fire they could start will just choke.
Just let me sit here in my quiet corner, don't bother to ask me a god damn thing.
I'm just fine thank you very much... I've grown to actually like the sting."

---

Just bein' a whiny bimbo.

Also, first ever piece that's one hundred percent digital. Go me.