talking shit about a pretty sunset
so i blame this town, this job, these friends, the truth is it's myself
the past, your life, culminates into what a simple story. something meaningful and poignant enveloped by a single word implying fiction; story. it's not impossible to find optimisim in this bleak demeanor, artistic liscence to create a new story of your past, your life.
[i'm an invisible monster and incapable of loving anybody. you don't know which is worse.]
[if i can't be beautiful i want to be invisible.]
[Even if i overcompensate, nobody will ever want me... Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anyone you want me to be. use me. change me. take me apart. make me into anything but love me, oh love me, love me.] palahniuk
the past, your life, culminates into what a simple story. something meaningful and poignant enveloped by a single word implying fiction; story. it's not impossible to find optimisim in this bleak demeanor, artistic liscence to create a new story of your past, your life.
[i'm an invisible monster and incapable of loving anybody. you don't know which is worse.]
[if i can't be beautiful i want to be invisible.]
[Even if i overcompensate, nobody will ever want me... Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anyone you want me to be. use me. change me. take me apart. make me into anything but love me, oh love me, love me.] palahniuk