vrijdag 12 november 2010

Eight.

I just don't understand. 

I'm 17 years old, living in a crappy apartment, dreaming about becoming famous but when reality pops up I come down to earth and see that I'm far too lazy to accomplish anything. I dress weird, yet I'm interested in fashion. I am a musician, but not good enough to show myself. I like red better than green, but sometimes I wish it was otherwise. People just don't know what to think of me. They think I'm a joke.
Well here's something to laugh at: It's true, and you're part of it. I'm a reflection of yourself. 
I just don't understand.                                      

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