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I've got hypocrisy down to an art. I'll only be happy when I've torn my life to shreds. I must have high standards, because everyone falls short of them. Give me tea, red rooster, or mountain dew, and I'll love you for life. I'll never marry, unless DxH drops down on one knee. The only things I put effort into are writing, and making everyone feel like shite. I'm quite arrogant. I only lust after unavailable boys and straight girls. I doubt I want to acknowledge your existence, let alone talk to you, so fuck off and die? Nice one.

Fri 22 May ∞ Permalink

Listen to The Smiths - those are my thoughts and feelings.

Fame, fame, fatal fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still I’d rather be famous
Than righteous or holy, any day
Any day, any day

But sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
I want to live and I want to love
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of.