I made a religion out of sorrow and whine,
I was the preacher and the pulpit, I was the dark romantic, the tragic Bohemian, the lost soul, and those days are over, the days of nomadic self destruction have come to an end. And, I am tired of being a fringe spectacle, it's cheating, I am exhausted by recounting the close encounters with death, the brushes with Fate, I am weary of glamorizing destruction, I have given up glitter, laurels, and red lips, I have cooled, calmed, and settled, and I will not make myself the main attraction, I am not a freak show. I am a girl who has lived and survived the worst humanity has to offer, and rather than attract wonder, I'd rather convey what was lost, what is gained, and what remains than add faux glimmer and sparkle. I am not a book invented for you entertainment. I am not your SparkNotes.
yea, you used to be such the concept whore,walking maltodo it was your naivness,over hot empathy of emotions, you do need to relax but you should not blame humanity for your inexperience
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