You was dead-broke and naked, now you want half
I wish I was a nice, normal, pink-loving, furry sock-wearing, lipstick-purchasing girl. I wish I was one of those people that is described as "sweet," that doesn't have all this sludge in her brain, that doesn't get
so drunk. That likes to talk on the phone, that wears things that are "cute." Sweet and cute. But instead, I'm this mean, vile-spewing, angular creature that makes the wrong decisions - strike that, makes the wrong decision and then turns around to make another wrong decision. I have these pointy edges, constantly pointy edges, constantly fucking things up in my life, constantly living in my head, constantly up there -
living in my head.
2005-04-02 | 6:32 p.m.
