yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


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i am what i always wanted to be. its a miserable place with too much makeup and too many memories of fucking awful boys. i want to erase it, take off the thousands of coats of mascara, vacuum the black from my lungs and pull the poisons out of bloodstream. i listen to old classic rock, 70's folk guitar infused shit, smoke cigarettes slow and look at the lip gloss prints. kamel red lites take the place of food, sex, love and we just spend lots of time together outdoors. i cry and think about beauty school.i dress up nice, go and buy some drugs, do them and stay up all night panicking about life. i am beautiful, hott, whatever. i just realized that today. i wasn't always. those things are just things you convince others of anyway, the hardest part is convincing yourself and when you get to that point, caring. some boy is going to be lucky to have me, i have about five million stories to tell and am rather talented bedroom wise, the only thing positive that casual sex gave me besides headaches and pregnancy scares. if you want to get married, you better not mind me marching around in stillettos and lingerie with a pound of makeup on, spending your money on expensive clothes and drugs and never really being able to tell you i love you at all.
d-land