It’s terrifying to me to think that these days won’t last
forever. These days of being young. The late nights, free
choices, and lack of true responsibility will one day come to a close, probably
sooner than I think. I can’t stand to think of what those days will look like.
I want to live like this forever, with a little more money of course. I want my
body to stay the same, without taking care of it. I want to fit in wearing all
black and ripped up jeans. I want the messy, grungy feeling
of too much eyeliner&leftover hairspray.
I love waking
up still in my makeup, the stench of the night before on me, going and drinking
a strong cup of coffee at noon, only to repeat the process again and again. I
don’t want the party to end. I want to live how music makes us feel
forever, with my best friends beside me.
