boys will be boys
good morning sunshine, i miss the moon. i don't even remember last night. let's get it right. it's me and you. forget the moon? never. my nails are chipped but will painting them brown [to match my mood] really help me make a better impression? proabably fucking not-- because i'll still be a mess.
ps. i want to be delilahhh.
ps. i want to be delilahhh.