people
like you will fall. they always do. but on the bright side, people like you will make it to the top. because the people at the top? well, they're selfish. and that's the only way to make it to the top, i've learned. consumed in the mess that they are, and the messes they've made. tri-state, cross country alcoholics and drug addicts that can't cope with the pile ups they've created and run away. just like your mom or dad or both, right?
you may bathe in the attention, because you need to. and you know this. because you know how ugly you are. but in reality, we're all ugly. and instead of embracing your ugliness as a part of being human, you've fed it spare parts and made it a mutation.
the day will come when you fall and pray for the strength to beg forgiveness from those you've shunned with your hipster shit. but you won't, most likely, you'll be canonized in your substance-induced glorious death. but at least, you will have died a tragedy. something special. and not the same. just like you wanted, right?
you may bathe in the attention, because you need to. and you know this. because you know how ugly you are. but in reality, we're all ugly. and instead of embracing your ugliness as a part of being human, you've fed it spare parts and made it a mutation.
the day will come when you fall and pray for the strength to beg forgiveness from those you've shunned with your hipster shit. but you won't, most likely, you'll be canonized in your substance-induced glorious death. but at least, you will have died a tragedy. something special. and not the same. just like you wanted, right?