Sometimes.. I feel toxic. No, not Brittany Spears toxic, although that'd be nice. I am unsure of myself in every decision I make. I unintentionally tend to screw everything up. You see, I'm toxic. Toxic, according to my girl Merriam Webster, means harmful or lacking in value. And something else about metal that doesn't really apply to me. I mess everything up and don't even know how I do it. I'm harmful. And value? I mean.. my body itself is worth about two thousand dollars. But the soul inhabiting my body? I'm about as useless as a hedgehog in a condom factory.Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone
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