I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
mistreated and taken advantage of, she’s sick of it. night after night, she sneaks out, looking for things to do under the foggy street lamps. windows down and music up, she drives around like she owns the night. with her skin as pale as the moon and her eyes the color of the sky, she calls jealousy upon others… so much that they would poison her and pray she would never wake up again.