a fifth of vodka.

you're looking at me as if i know what this is.
this glitch. this godawful period in life where they're all testing you. your patience. your intelligence. your loyalty. your multiple choices. your short answers. eeny meeney miney moe. which one's right, you'll never know. and for unknown unfair reasons, it is not possible to disappear, not even with the most strategically handled process of elimination. i fxcking hate tests.

if i really had to guess though, this is probably just one big giant practical joke. here you go, one rotten lemon so you can make some poisonous concoction that'll render you way too weak to catch the next one. THUNK! there's another rotten lemon, this time it's not really a rotten lemon. it's a rock. isn't this fun?

i gotta figure this growing up shxt out.
maybe i'll go drink some coffee.
wear lipstick, and pop out some good-for-nothing babies.
just like your mom.




image[ amelie.