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On Friday, Paris and I have to go back to our normal lives. We're leaving Mexico, leaving the sun, sand and this beautiful fucking beach house. And going back to our normal lives. Paris as the rich "It" woman that everyone seems to want to be around right now. Me? Back to the apartment we all share. Back to trying to find a bassist and a record deal. Back to fucking trying when we're just losing.
Paris convinced me to go...somewhere. I don't know. *shrugs* But wherever it is has to be better than home.
Paris convinced me to go...somewhere. I don't know. *shrugs* But wherever it is has to be better than home.