I'm eighteen, and I don't Know what I want.
Eighteen, I just don't know What I want.
Eighteen, I gotta get away.
I gotta get out of this place.
I'll go runnin' in outer Space. Oh, yeah.
I got a baby's brain and an Old man's heart.
Took eighteen years to get this far.
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about.
Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt.
"I'm Eighteen" // Alice Cooper.
As I become the highest I've ever been, I finish my third beer, & smile grimly at my boyfriend,"I feel like I might pass out & die."
"Me, too, man," Hyde examines his bag of pot. "This is stronger, & I like it."
Since about three this morning, Hyde and I have just been doing everything to feel nothing. We are both so fucking done with feeling.
"Are we ever going to feel better?" I hear myself ask him, snorting some coke off the table.
"No, probably not," Hyde tosses another empty beer can on the floor.
"Let's have a party tonight. Red & Kitty went to her sister's. Why not?"
He didn't disagree at all.
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