You say you're not afraid when the bright sun falls away.
But I know you're a liar, you tend to give it away.
And I think it's quite likely, I'm a terrible girl inside.
And you hate my intuition as I hate my stupid rhymes.
[Young, fucked up, broke as hell and cautiously optimistic. Blog of many things; you may encounter NSFW material, or you may not *shrug*.]