i get told i'm hostile a lot. and i really don't know what to say to that because i am hostile. not that i'm a depressing person with no joy or optimism in life. i believe i have a lot of that half full take on life, but hostility and sarcasm are how i keep myself from getting hurt.
my heart pumps blood all through my body; i'm living because of its strength. you know that one; it's made of flesh and the size of my fist. but my heart, that is made of porcelain. delicate porcelain that's shattered many times. to stoop back down and glue, tape, staple it back together, i don't
think i can take it again. so what do i do? i build a strong wall--not easily penetrated. the ones that have proved themselves to care are the ones that get in. the only ones.
what can i do but stand there, look cute. nothing's wrong.
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