Because I'm Kim, I'm lame, I'm geeky, I laugh at my own jokes, I'm weird, I'm smart, I don't hit back. And to them it means they can disrespect me as much as they please.
Someday, when you're working in McDonalds and I'm out there doing what I love, I'll mention you.
But my heart is crying out for something more, and it's driving my head crazy to the point where I'm often restless on Saturday nights, trying to get where I want to be faster. Not in his arms, not with my best friend, not on the top of the world, but on the right track. I need to be there sometime soon. I need to. Or else... I'll implode.
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