The Phantom Tollbooth.

"Does everyone here grow the way you do?" puffed Milo when he had caught up.
"Almost everyone," replied Alec, and then he stopped a moment and thought. "Now and then, though, someone does begin to grow differently. Instead of down, his feet grow up toward the sky. But we do our best to discourage awkward things like that."
"What happens to them?" insisted Milo.
"Oddly enough, the often grow ten times the size of everyone else," said Alec thoughtfully, "and I've heard that they walk among the stars."

It's funny because it's TRUE.

A grasshopper walks into a bar and the bartender says "Hey! We have a drink named after you!" and the grasshopper says "You have a drink named Steve?"

I wish I were a lamp though.

I'm pretty sure that my inanimate object alter ego is a pillow.

Miss Whoever-you-are?

"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

- Breakfast at Tiffany's

Abandon.

"You were just afraid that they'd abandon you, so you abandoned them."

I leave people before they can leave me.

It's easier that way, then I don't get hurt.
I don't know what that says about me.
I push people away so I don't have to deal with feelings.
Everyone is an enemy no matter how close they are to me.
I guess it's a defense mechanism.
But...I'm used to it, and I don't know if I could/should/would change it.

But then there is the fact that I am very protective of those I let in.
Because they mean so much to me, since they are so few in number and I treasure them greatly.


Jekyll/Hyde, to a lesser degree.

I think about why I'm like this sometimes.
Or all of the time.
I guess there are many reasons that I just don't want to talk about.

Whenever I let my guard down and become the girl I sometime want to be, bubbly, perky, always happy...
something ruins it and hurts me.

When I let someone in, and start to trust them, they hurt me.
So I have to go back to the barbed wire.

It's the easiest way.