I CAN'T SEEM TO TELL IF IT'S MY HEAD OR THE EARTH THAT'S SPINNING AROUND
Desirée. 17. Chicago.
"Who is this girl?" you ask I am: the second coming a questioner of soft grunge an eater of pie a punk rock enthusiast a supporter of the ornithology club my own stuntman your mother from another brother and your brother from another mother the real slim shady
nice to meet ya kid
"How do you walk around with an ego that large?" you reply Walk?! Walking is for lemmings. I strut. I glide. I sashay.
While there's nothing wrong with me (HAH... I lost my marbles a long time ago, son) everything is wrong with society. Let us rewrite our world.