July 2012
52 posts
I have wasted
Wasted
wasted make-up.
It wasn’t you.
Well, I won’t blame you.
Why do you think I put this make-up on?
You think it is for me?
Well, sort of.
But mainly for you. Oh, You didn’t know?
Boys.
Silly boys.
I want you to comment on how I look in this light.
Hell, I want you to tell me how young and energetic I look.
I want to look like a Goddess when we fuck.
I...
American
Great expectations.
I was born like everyone.
you were born.
she was born.
we were born.
born into a world were we were all expected to do something great.
I never did anything worth writing about except for breath.
I began to write my autobiography…how American of me.
Everyone needs to know MY story.
My story will “help” someone.
Change the world.
My...
Tomorrow is a new day.
Tomorrow I am going to do something with my life. Isn’t that what we all say? tomorrow. tomorrow. Well, I mean it. I hope. I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that is just telling, no yelling, that I have to do something. For Christ’s sake, fucking do something Amber! Please. Just try to do something. So after yelling at myself for years now. tomorrow. Right? The thing is,...
