I want to keep life interesting...
if there's nothing interesting about life, what's the point in living it?
But if there's nobody with me to help keep things interesting,
then I think I hit a bit of a road block.
Trying to find a way to get my points across to ya,
but I'm stumbling over my words and it just comes out
as smiles and sunshines and stupid sayings that I cover up as jokes.
I don't know why everyone's asking me if I'm alright.
I don't walk around the halls with a frown and slashed wrists.
For fucks sake I'm a seventeen year old teenage girl
forgive me for being bitchy at times
and while I'm ranting
forgive me for not caring about what you think.
about how I dress, how I do my hair, how my teeth look, my occasional lack of makeup, the music I listen to, etc.
Fuuuuuck Youuuuu.
aaaannnnddddd thhattt is all.
Dee Oh Bee
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