How are you, little Miss M.
You have created this blog to be an outlet of your emotions and to make your life look pretty. In the end, it may possibly have turned into your lucky charm and made your life and your pretentiously unkikay self PRETTY.
You are in the market right now. Eye-level for the shoppers. You are not on sale. You are sought after.
Exagerratedly speaking: Boys are on their knees.
Once you're taken, a good number will be scratching their heads with anger and regretting in their whiney minds why they have been so slow when YOU were there already. Ready for the bite. All they had to do was move properly.
They fuel you, they do. A day is incomplete without the usual 'you look cute' comments. You feed on the compliments and you devour it with poise. You DEVOUR it, hungrily, wholly, completely... relishing its every taste and texture, yes.... with poise. You have a table napkin on your lap, you bite slowly, you use your utensils properly, and you lick your fingers seductively with the appeal of a little girl who has finished dinner.
Little Miss M,
You are no longer desparate for them touch. You actually want to drift away from the past and move forward like, freeflowing and serene.
I just want to play with my words. Create art with my tools again. And drink because I have friends who love me.
Little Miss M,
You are still full of possiblities. You are youth personafied.
M, you are charmed.
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