one day, i was born.
i emerged from the womb angry, partially asphyxiated, with red hair.
twenty years later, not much has changed.
love. dreams. mix tapes. ribbons. rainbows. kittens.
depressed,
unemployed,
ever-so-slightly
pathological
burn-outs.
someone inspirational.
there's going to be an awful lot of pig-fucking tonight.
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sluts and losers
i have no friends
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yeah, i guess so.
all of them.