I have issues with love. For being such a loveless person, I love way too much. Just because I'm not a blonde pornstar doesn't mean I don't deserve a little love.
I'm listening to Eyes on fire and then I think about you. My way to describe my love is "I love you so much it makes me sick". I should kill myself, oh God I really wish I could kill myself. And I'm not sad. And just in time, in the right place, suddenly I will play my ace.
I miss your voice and I feel alone. Why do you hate me? Why do you hate me? Why don't you love me? Not a single piece. I didn't throw up.
Melancholic wish of glitter all over my nails. And the lipstick was everywhere. And she was wearing heart-shaped sunglasses. And the sky was made of little plastic stars and clouds of smoke. Who's afraid of it because of the pain? Do you want to be sober or stoned? I will be right back, let me buy cocaine and coke. Do you want some heroin, too? Who's an american bitch? Who? Tell me who the fuck are you?
Courtney Love. Courtney Love Cobain. Courtney Loves Cobain. Courtney Loves Hate Cobain. Courtney Love Hates Cobain. Courtney Hates Cobain. Courtney Michelle Harrison.
I'm fat as fuck. The scars one my wrist just decided to show up. Small, left hand, skinny line. Skinny love: you can't be loved if you're not thin. What is wrong with this shit? I need a minute to catch my breath. People are really dumb. I can stay here forever. Forever. Forever. Forever. And then let me sleep forever, forever, forever. I might have to go.
Do you wanna be a dirty blonde too? If you are I will whoreship you.
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