
Remind me again of how no one is obligated to care, and it reminds me of how no one does. I'm accepting this fate of being considered trashy. I'm that girl you can't take home to mom and dad. I've got a few tricks left to turn, yes, but after that I'm cashing in my stocks. This is Playboy on Wall Street except without all the money and beautiful girls and Heff. I guess I'm glad my life has amused you enough to call so you can objectify me or inquire about my financial situation. I'm not good enough to pay the bills without reminders. Gimme another night; I'll get the money from your father.
I'm waiting for the lyrics to your next song, a biography on me about incest and love-making with angry fists in my face. I'm waiting on the next flight outta here, but trash is trash no matter where I go. How did I go from being decent to being this?
Devious Comments
Salutes and marshmallows
J
Love Always
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i tend to wander down the wrong rabbit hole quite frequently.
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"An ounce of perception, a pound of obscure" -- Rush
One cannot run a country like one runs a business.
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its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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It´s self-assigned penance for problems with easy solutions
-Death Cab For Cutie
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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