Tuesday, March 28, 2006

I wonder...

Will I ever stop feeling like I'm not the first choice?

Will I ever stop getting the butterflies? The feeling that makes my heart beat out of rhythm, and I have to take deep, shaky breaths to fix it?

Like the little girl in gym class who was always chosen last.

I am still that little girl.

I will always be that little girl.


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