But then i remember that noone's actually ever been attracted to my sort of brutellegence and that i was too lazy in the morning to put my make up on and do the hair and that it's gonna be so boring in the end, just coz we ain't livin' in a fairy tale and noone's there to make my heart beat in the moment and life last for friggin' ever, and i don't think i could do the same to anybody because deep inside i don't give a shit about anyone except for a couple of my friends. Aaaand there's always the hate and the passion either to abuse or to be abused lovingly and carefully. Not sure i make myself clear here but whatever.
So i just put on my "whadda hell, man" face and keep on listening to some dude going on about looking for the Jackalope.
It drives me mad to realize that every day i have less and less time for nothing, because I LOVE NOTHING.