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Shooting up, swallowing down,
All my drugs are the same,
In poetic forms I'm drowning in myself,
I wear arrogance like a ribbon round my swan neck
When you're kissing the backs of limousines
Chasing sunsets where the big-shots dream
Life's mundane for the unknown kids
I'm a Today Tonight sob story,
"Broken girl turns to drugs and hate"
Televisions lie and so do papers.
Teachers fuck up everything they don't know.
Cook me up some meth,
While I cook you up some more false confidence,
Believe me when I say you're gonna crash and burn,
Goodbye little plane, hello damage control.
Fire won't put out the bravest of souls,
This is more like a relapse test and I'm failing.
So long, the curtains are drawing,
Actress bows and exits via one slice to the jugular.
Don't know what the fuck this is. Apparently I lose all sense at 1:30 AM. Anyhow, uh, the bit about arrogance is right - get this, I was called 'arrogant' by my history teacher. Tell me something I don't know, bub. I know I'm arrogant. Irl, I am seriously one of the most arrogant, irritating people you could ever come across. Holy fuck. I'm still laughing at my mum's reaction - just, like, she raises her eyebrows and goes 'Christ, the man's blind, he's been teaching you for, what, 3 years and he hasn't figured that out?'. Good old mum, eh.
Also, update on my uni situation: ANOTHER PLACE HAS OPENED ITSELF TO ME. Melbourne, hello. Cough no I'm not considering Melbourne because hot Masterchef boy no cough. Um, man, I just like Melbourne. If my grandma is still alive in 4 years (which she will be because the woman's fucking immortal, I'm tellin' ya) I'll be able to get cheaper rent rates and that's goooooooood. I'm broke 24/7 so. I was almost gonna get a job at a café uptown but y'know, who's gonna hire me.
LEADING TO MY NEXT POINT: when I'm older, I'm so fucked, man. I plan on getting a whole sleeve, a few neck tattoos, stretchers, my lip pierced.. If you wanna read my tattoo plans in list format, you can go to theadventuresofateenagefoodie.tumblr.com/tats. and just go through that. I'm excited as fuck about the sleeve.
Also: I'm rewatching Masterchef Australia Series 3, and I've started watching Breaking Bad. Series 3 of Masterchef will forever be my favorite, because hello Mat, Hayden, Seamus, Alex.. Man, I love them all sO MUCH. My mum actually measures guys' attractiveness in Mats and Haydens now, I love her so much. "Oh god, babe, don't waste your pretty thoughts on those douchebags, there's not a Mat or a Hayden in that crowd." I love this woman, yo.
In other news, I'm gonna go now.
All my drugs are the same,
In poetic forms I'm drowning in myself,
I wear arrogance like a ribbon round my swan neck
When you're kissing the backs of limousines
Chasing sunsets where the big-shots dream
Life's mundane for the unknown kids
I'm a Today Tonight sob story,
"Broken girl turns to drugs and hate"
Televisions lie and so do papers.
Teachers fuck up everything they don't know.
Cook me up some meth,
While I cook you up some more false confidence,
Believe me when I say you're gonna crash and burn,
Goodbye little plane, hello damage control.
Fire won't put out the bravest of souls,
This is more like a relapse test and I'm failing.
So long, the curtains are drawing,
Actress bows and exits via one slice to the jugular.
Don't know what the fuck this is. Apparently I lose all sense at 1:30 AM. Anyhow, uh, the bit about arrogance is right - get this, I was called 'arrogant' by my history teacher. Tell me something I don't know, bub. I know I'm arrogant. Irl, I am seriously one of the most arrogant, irritating people you could ever come across. Holy fuck. I'm still laughing at my mum's reaction - just, like, she raises her eyebrows and goes 'Christ, the man's blind, he's been teaching you for, what, 3 years and he hasn't figured that out?'. Good old mum, eh.
Also, update on my uni situation: ANOTHER PLACE HAS OPENED ITSELF TO ME. Melbourne, hello. Cough no I'm not considering Melbourne because hot Masterchef boy no cough. Um, man, I just like Melbourne. If my grandma is still alive in 4 years (which she will be because the woman's fucking immortal, I'm tellin' ya) I'll be able to get cheaper rent rates and that's goooooooood. I'm broke 24/7 so. I was almost gonna get a job at a café uptown but y'know, who's gonna hire me.
LEADING TO MY NEXT POINT: when I'm older, I'm so fucked, man. I plan on getting a whole sleeve, a few neck tattoos, stretchers, my lip pierced.. If you wanna read my tattoo plans in list format, you can go to theadventuresofateenagefoodie.tumblr.com/tats. and just go through that. I'm excited as fuck about the sleeve.
Also: I'm rewatching Masterchef Australia Series 3, and I've started watching Breaking Bad. Series 3 of Masterchef will forever be my favorite, because hello Mat, Hayden, Seamus, Alex.. Man, I love them all sO MUCH. My mum actually measures guys' attractiveness in Mats and Haydens now, I love her so much. "Oh god, babe, don't waste your pretty thoughts on those douchebags, there's not a Mat or a Hayden in that crowd." I love this woman, yo.
In other news, I'm gonna go now.
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