Waking up to a low lit room, music softly caressing her ears. "…You get what you deserve." The lyrics echoed in her mind, she could relate to those words of anguish, more than anyone could ever have realized.
The night before she'd been getting prepared to go out with some ongoing friends. Staring in the mirror, she repeatedly applied her dark mascara, until her eye lashes started to clump together. A single drop of salty liquid slid down her delicate face, quickly vanishing with just one swipe. She continued to add a shade of violet to her eyelids, which was topped off by the shortest of skirts, and an exceptionally low-cut blouse. Sh
Hearts carved into leather jackets, ear drums bursting from //electronic sound\\. This youth is forever hopeful, grabbing each day..embracing it. No one else seems to UNDERstand.----Are they just out of touch?----Or have they realized everything in advance?
Their fists pump along with the beat of the drum, while their hearts seems to skip a few beats. Maybe they live for dirty bars, and 'abstract' music. (it always feels good to please yourself) This is the high, to get through the rest of the week. Relating to crowd, voices rising as one.
The night is almost out of time. (if only it could be replenished with the entrance of a quarter.) a
I rocked the socks off the ACT's.
I need film for my camera.
I need a godforsaken job.
I would like my hair to grow, motherfoiker.
Graah.
I also need a shower, I'm unclean.
I guess that's it for now.
I just received a 'new' camera.
It's a Canon AE-1.
I am very excited to use it.
I deleted 30+ 'deviations' from this site.
They were something I may have compared to shit.
I am also a bit worried about the ACT's.
I need to start some practice tests, pronto.
I need rapid hair growth pills.
RARR.