"Hey-Hello, Hello there, HI. You’re sexy! wow, you are sexy. Hi, I’m from LA. I make $50,000 a year just by surfing, yeah I make all that. What’s your name?"
"I have a boyfriend" -avoids eye contact-
"Ok, well just want to let you know you are sexy" -takes drag from cig-
Weird white guy (possibly homeless) approaches me out of no where to hit on me while I wait for the train.
this life is mine and mine alone
I choose to keep living it. I can choose to take it.
Everyday I choose to keep it
some days its clear why, some days its hard to find a reason
I’ve lost touch with whats real and what I can let go
I don’t know what’s normal (healthy) anymore
It’s like I’m stuck in a bad nightmare where I’m talking but no one hears me
This horrible cycle of grief, love, pain, and guilt ends with me
Why would I pass on this horrible grief to my children ?
it ends with me
"it’s what’s inside that makes you beautiful"
*the demon possessing my body blushes*
MATANGI (Audio) by M.I.A.