or more like, i wanna be her.
it’s jane from twilight, that is.
not that i want to become a vampire. i’m not stupidly crazy like bella (aka two-timing b—-). i like her smug mannerism, when it’s not directed my way, of course.
one reason i can think of (admitting) is that attitude and expression are sort of a shield. not the same kind as bella (whom i grossly dislike) but the shield from antagonism. with that attitude walking side by side, no one will dare messing with you.
some air i should wrap around myself a lot more.
i’m feeling that i care about respect much less. now i want FEAR.