my face is made up, yours is an autobiography.
two hours sleep last night. that was an improvement on all of last week.
i want to decorate my skin.
maybe if i can force the outside into something beautiful, the inside will follow.
have you ever idolised someone?
put them on that solid gold pedestal and held them up so everyone could see who you wanted to grow up to be?
i haven't. i wish i would.
sometimes i feel like i'm running through a forest with my eyes shut.
i can feel the freedom, and the ground under my feet, but one day i'm going to run smack into a tree.
and it'll hurt like a bitch.
so far i've only hit branches.
live long and prosper, kids.
