*Jenny takes a look at the beautiful trees slowly moving in the breeze... the air that flows through the leaves, as they flutter around, and break off, flowing to the ground and swirling around her
she sits on a little swing, pushing herself ever so slightly, looking down at her feet*
"This is such a beautiful place... I have all these wonderful things, and nobody to share them with.
What kind of life am I living?...
Well, at least I can say that I am pleased with myself for never settling for anything in my life. I would be mortified if I were to settle for anything less than what I believe I deserve, and I would feel like I wouldnt be able to give myself completely to something that I didnt feel I deserved...
And really, that wouldnt be fair to any party... would it?"
*she sighs, and then looks up at the brightly lit stars, so many of them glittering in the sky, when she notices one that is shining erratically, going from color to color*
"Ah... a supernova is about to take place... the beauty."
*she leans back a bit, laying her head on the right fraying rope coming from the tree supporting the seat of the swing, pushing herself slowly, watching the night sky go by her*
she sits on a little swing, pushing herself ever so slightly, looking down at her feet*
"This is such a beautiful place... I have all these wonderful things, and nobody to share them with.
What kind of life am I living?...
Well, at least I can say that I am pleased with myself for never settling for anything in my life. I would be mortified if I were to settle for anything less than what I believe I deserve, and I would feel like I wouldnt be able to give myself completely to something that I didnt feel I deserved...
And really, that wouldnt be fair to any party... would it?"
*she sighs, and then looks up at the brightly lit stars, so many of them glittering in the sky, when she notices one that is shining erratically, going from color to color*
"Ah... a supernova is about to take place... the beauty."
*she leans back a bit, laying her head on the right fraying rope coming from the tree supporting the seat of the swing, pushing herself slowly, watching the night sky go by her*


















