the words running through my head before peter and I broke up
'single'
'independent'
'freedom'
are like misguided rumours...
I've been told to look around at the boys available
Dress seductively
- I've even launched myself onto some poor soul when I was drunk one night.
I've been thinking about them
and not about me
What do I want?
How do I feel?
I want to know me... what makes me tick
I want to be able to depend on myself
and nobody else
when it comes to happiness
I'll wear what I like and I'll eat what I like
and I'll go to the gym
for me, not for anybody else.
ah..... I like this. No men.
