Saturday, 14 November 2009

wash my teeth with a bottle of jack, cause when i leave in for the night i'm not coming back

I change my mind all the time. One day I'm in love with that guy, the next I couldn't care less if I never saw him again, and the next I don't think of him once. I hate how I look, I love how I am, what does it even matter? I want to be a writer, I want to be a tattoo artist, I want to be a lawyer, I want to be an astronaut. I want to go, I want to stay. I think I want this; I think I don't want this; I do not know what I think.

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