i am whiny and tedious. the only thing not fake about me is my rack. i will take you in, chew you around for a bit and then spit you on the concrete (i probably still think about you anyways) i shed identities like snake slitherskin. gone like last month's fashion leggings. you say i'm selfcentered. well i say, why? why not?
i am probably the best thing that has ever happened to you. and she smiles like she believes it