sublime and deprived.
i am old money, i am the bathwater draining. that feeling you get when you lie in the bath and it's all gone but you and you're naked, cold, exposed.
spun. hyperaware of the discomfort truth causes... being good is unpleasant and brings boredom. fashion and fascism, facades.
.. irregardless. nothing counts before "i love you" right?
at first, i just wanted to run away. and i ran out of places to run to. now, there's nothing to run from. i belong nowhere.
i don't know how to hurt people
i don't know how to be loved
i don't know how to love