living a lifestyle

20. clearwater beach, FL.

i doubt you'll understand me for who/what i really am. i am perfect in my mind and broken every place outside of it. i live in florida and hate the beach (what the hell is wrong with me) I'm constantly doing the worng thing and i don't think ill ever stop. i hate that on every other person's blog they have like an infinite number of people supporting them while i sit here and post/reblog things that never get touched. all i want is for people to want me. is that so much to ask? ..oh well i'll just continue doing what I'm doing. pretending like someone wants to read my lyrics. pretending like my existence will be missed. pretending like i don't see all my flaws screaming at me in the mirror, every day of my life. i'll just play one more show. attend one more class, and then i will be forgotten the moment you decide/realize that I'm not good enough not kind enough, not sexy enough. please do not mock it, this is my lifestyle.