it's the thrill of being noticed that drives one to do things that leaves a horrible and guilty aftertaste the next morning. it's the want for attention but i'm not getting it from the person i crave for the most. so i end up in a semiconscious slumber, unsure of where i'm headed too, regretting every single minute of it while supplanting the face of a faceless stranger with yours. it's no wonder you think i'm a hypocrite, but all it points to is my desperation for you which you do not seem to appreciate or care about.



officially the worse hangover in a long long time. kings of leon's therapeutic right now.

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