In my own words
I'm your typical walking insecurity, about possibly anything and everything, most Friday night sentences begin with Doesn't this..?or are you sure..?and Maybe I should...? despite this, no matter what you say, in my head, it says 'you honestly look like a prick, go home and change. Fag.'. I live for those good old evenings out, where there's drink, laughter, and a whole lot of not much else. Except semi-naked cabbage patch racing. Ah. Good times. |
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