I would wake up every morning the same. Pick out a pair of jeans that were so ripped up that even Eddie Spaghetti wouldn't let his daughter wear out.
I guess you could say I'm done and I'm kinda going down a rocky road.
But it has it's promises.
You would say this is just a stage or a typical teenager thing, that I'll come to my senses soon enough.
Whatever.
I'm content listing to Cold War Kids and some X ambassadors and ignoring people's bullshit that seems to fly towards to me.
But don't worry, I wouldn't think twice about peoples opinion or status, you would all be the same to me.
I would pretty much keep to myself.
I don't think I would want everybody to stop and look towards me while I walk down the middle of the hall. No, sorry no Emma Stone action, but it would be nice.
Maybe some English clean-cut School boy would find out all of my mysteries and I him.
Ha.
To think this would become my perfect illusion.
I would be gallant~
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Insanity
Cerita PendekPoetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it give the illusion of having had the experience, without actually going through it. -Rumi
