drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all i need : seconda parte.

your heart is kept in a box that's locked up in the attic with cobwebs and skeletons as decorations and a list of preferences written on a piece of paper sticky taped on the top of it. white, wide and elongated. not superficial, fake or fabricated. and of course, a smile to compliment her scent. the best grocery list ever made by the humblest human being ever known to man.

when you say something, you really mean it yeah ? even if you don't, they could still see that you're trying. and if it's true, it means that you're just being mean. if you really mean what you said that is. if they can't comprehend a single thing you say, fuck their thought for their thoughts are whores. if you don't care about something, only say it once. if you keep saying it and wait for their response, you're just being too caring.

don't you ever care what they say because to care more about yourself than others is not selfishness, it's just being sensible. and don't ever listen to them if they ask you to be yourself for you should be whoever you want to be. you be the judge whether that person is yourself or someone else. that'll make you happy. always remember that obligations lead to deprivation. and yeah, never be bright kiddo, be golden. :)