today a blind man said that my father & i were a cute couple.
also, my mouth is numb from eating three popsicles in a row. everyday i disgust myself. yet everyday i wait for someone to realize how great i am, and tell me they'll gladly love me forever. psh.
long nights and broken backs grip marks and flesh parades. so typical of me to fall in love with the first boy i meet with stars in my eyes and cuts on my wrist looking for a savior, but not wanting to be saved i'm every contradiction known to man and you're everything i'm not
so who really is the fool? the conqueror or the conquered?