"ARE WE REALLY HITTING ON EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW OR ARE WE KIDDING?!!" The Musical.
because I am barely 17
and I think I have it all worked out
especially boys, and life
and “I only live once
so I will go and fuck him
on the riverbank
and believe it is romantic
because there are stars shining above my head”
when in reality
I don’t even know my own favourite colour
and I am scared to admit the music that makes me cry.
I may be 17
with wrists of steel and too much eyeliner
but I do know
that when I fall
or when something breaks
or when I’m crying in the gutter smoking my last cigarette
and I hate myself so much that I want to cry an ocean
the only person I want is her.
I want her skin, like soap and mothballs
and I want her warm breasts to sob into.
I want her stories
and her words
and her smell.
The most important relationship a girl ever will or won’t have is with her mum, and
goddamnit, you bitch
I love you so much."
Like I need someone I can laugh with, talk about baseball with, and flirt with. Is that to much to ask for?
If you can’t handle the sass, you can’t handle the ass
LIFE HACK: disguise your nervous breakdown as a series of jokes
She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave."