Diet Coke Blues

April 5, 2011

Fake.

Fake. Fake people. How tired are we of them? When it's time to burn them with fire and sing to Sympathy For The Devil at the same time? When? I get pain in my stomach when I hang out with people who are not themselves. Oh my God, who cares if you are less attractive and wears ''normal''clothes? I mean, you have superficial friends that looks very cute but are not themselves. How fun is that? Life now is like a piece of plastic. You see through everything and everything is fake. Fun .. music is the only thing that matters.

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