Everything is wrong.
No one is there, no one understands. No one is on my side. No one that matters.
I beg for someone to talk to, that understands. That makes me laugh. That makes me not fret for the sake of the future.
And I don't want people to try to understand what's going on, and I don't want people to judge me. Because, fuck you. Am I judging you?
About Me
- Lauren.
- Words. Bright Eyes. Miles Davis. Hearts of Space. Audrey Hepburn. Hand picked Dave vinyl. Taking photos. Clothes. Lady GaGa. Playing pretend. Rockin' The Casbah. Decorating. Change. Ideas. Procrastination. Yoga pants. Nail polish. Glitter. Eating waffles. Sam Adams. Snoopy.
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