Bittersweet

I'm glad she's here. Really. I wish things were different sometimes. I wish I was there more. I wish she was somewhere else. Wishes don't solve too much. I wonder if she'll grow out of the fury. Girls like us are considered ticking time bombs. I used to be at least. Not any more. I was much younger then. I was much, much younger a year ago. Ah, self discovery. It takes some people a lifetime and they still feel lost. I'm no longer prone to bouts of unharnessed rage. Once upon a lifetime ago there were bathrooms and darkened corners where I would rock and throw my limbs and scream. She probably does the same. Minus the sharpened blades and glistening pools of crimson. A war zone in my own home. Once upon a million years ago, or so it seems. I wish that I could save her from the pain.