cigarette smoke

I'm not waiting for good things to come to me. I only pray for the calm after the storm. I've returned to my plain old self wishing to shop and adorn myself with finer things. I must let go of my whiny and bitchy persona, and get back to my cheery self. And do much finer things. I must let go of the past and the things that haunt me. I must let go of the people who hurt me and forgive those who don't truly mean mean harm to me. Including those who have wished me pain. Nobody perfect.

There is nothing to gain. I'm not waiting for you. I accept no substitute. I will be happy and alone. I will rise from my ashes and cigarette smoke.