who needs her fix sometimes.
The need to feel creative, in control and motivated. It amplifies the music from my ipod in my ear, making every twing twang sound extra lovely.
The fix which leaves behind no stale odor like a fag. A small little pill.
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Is it any wonder the more I blog here, the more I feel I couldn’t share my true self? Someday I feel so hopeful and yet so lost at the same time.
Pardon me while I go look for something to drink.
