Why is it that
the way people look upon you
seems to be nearly the most important thing
in the god damn world
Is it really worth the risk
of breaking a promise with yourself
of busting your morals into pieces
to pull out another cigarette and look
good on camera?
Is it really worth those risks
to turn your life into a joke for those
who know what it’s like to present themselves with
and genuine emotion?
You’re just a toddler
Throwing your tantrums so those who surround you
As long as you’re noticed
You’re nearly the happiest, dumbest bitch alive.
ah, high school girls