I need a change. Something new needs to come my way before I explode.
Fuck you. I’m so over this shit. No wonder I’ve changed so much. You can’t live in this house and stay innocent.
How can something that’s so bad for me, feel so good.
I’m so bored. Now I don’t regret working on Saturday nights.
I don’t know what “sun-kissed” means, but it doesn’t sound bad.
