"But I.."
Personal. Private. Protected.
I had two out of three.
Slander? Slaughtered reputation? Sorry.
But not quite.
So from what I've learned from 2007, these are the rules for 2008:
-If it requires asking Lucian for advice, don't do it.
-Don't get involved with guys in the army.
-Don't get involved with jerks. Period.
-Don't drink wine, especially at the barn.
-Don't open the box until you're 25.
-Don't date online, or long distance.
-Don't party if you have to get up early the next morning.
-Learn from mistakes.
-Trust your instincts.
To be put on a pedestal,
legs crossed and hands folded.
To have an adoring audience,
to be pushed into perfection.
To have a personal makeup artist,
touch-ups on smeared mascara,
as it leaves black lines on your face,
to taste your own tears, your demise.
To taste unfaithful words you spit,
into meaningless puddles on the ground,
to kick into new patterns, formations,
to never once actually apologize.
To wear your crown, silver-steel,
to match emotionless eyes,
a book no one can ever read,
too afraid to turn the page.
So when the hand hits twelve,
when do you get to change back?
So is this who you wanted to be,
or is it just who you've become?
Happy 2008.. 
