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Big Girl Pants

I have to put on my big girl pants now.

I have to stop dredging the crumbs of old love in consciousness.


I've gotten pretty stupid since I finished school.


I've gotten pretty lazy since I quit chasing after dick.


These days my heart is an ugly and mean kind of woman. The kind of woman who buys her cocktail dress at a k-mart after pawning off her engagement ring. The kind of woman who hates everything around her besides her medication and pomeranian.


So I'm going to leave. I'm going to leave that awful woman behind. If I stay, she will surely consume me, licking the bones of a lively girl clean.


I could stay- I see every little detail of my future come alive before me.

A future that would inevitably involve pant suits.


Fire and brimstone can't burn my spirit like polyester.


So I'll take the fear, the loneliness and the uncertainty of a life founded on the caprices of imagination rather than settle for the security of a life without dreams.

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