I'm thinking of going platinum blonde, and shorter, But I haven't the money.
'You're a little bit damaged, i'm a sucker for that. want to take you in my hands, want to bring you back.. You're a little bit jaded and you're closing the door, and all that you felt then you don't feel anymore. I'm the picture that's faded, I'm the love you don't trust, take the girl out out from under glass and she'll always want too much..'
You confuse me.
And i'm trying, I really am.
I'm looking forward to: Town with the lovely Shenaaz Chenia tomorrow, & a catch up, lots of tobacco, Mickey Finn's and fight club with Danni on Friday.♥
Keeping saniiityyy.
And I'm sick of all these Patriotic Groups on facebook.
I love England but it's not perfect.
And I don't support either war, does that mean I shouldn't live here?
Soldiers are neither heroes nor villains.
I'm bored of bigots using patriotism to be racist.
EDIT; You are 2009esque, so I wash my hands of you. You yearned for power, and so tried to confuse me at every twist and turn. Well I'm not allowing it. If you're looking for a pick me up, I won't be yours.
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