To be original one must first exist. To exist one must believe in themselves. I fail.

Current mood: morose


Things are always harder than they have to be. She's not like all of them, She just won't be a clone. Their conformity drives her crazy, She doesn't feel the need to dress in their snotty clothes, To follow their monotonous rules. She is an original. A star in her own mind. She inspires, if only herself. She flirts with everyone and yet is touched by no one. She is everything she dreams of. When the lights go out. Did you ever have a doubt?