[I'm fiending]
love
and
drugs.
it's all i live for now.
[you & me both, i know]
it's desperate like a teenage tragedy;
it'd be beautiful if it weren't so pathetic.
just a story.
(Think about it)
If you weren't you, would you read your own story?
You know its the s**t we love to read:
sex,
drugs,
depression,
alcohol,
suicide.
teens f*****g it up big time.
you know why?
Because we're there. We can see ourselves in their position.
(Want to know how creepy I am?)
(You really want to know?)
I pretend my life is a movie.
It eases the pain.
It's.... one of those....
One of those druggie,
fucked up
movies that
mess with your mind,
where the camera never really focuses,
spinning around,
up and down,
like its made by a hand held, or even right out of someones eyes.
theres parties going on, and we're losing consciousness..............
we're alone in our rooms and the w a l l s a r e c l o s ingin.
we're dirty, unwashed, broke, desperate.
it makes everything seem unreal.
it makes me forget that it's real,
that it's not really a movie but
.m.y.r.e.a.l.f.u.c.k.i.n.g.l.i.f.e.
i pretend that...
this is all scripted,
and I'm just a damn good actress.