how I spent my childhood in cotillion learning about forks and plates&how to invite a gentleman to dance the fox trot.

my face fell off today


im not talking about makeup.



my life made sense today



we are all born terminal



we are all shooting for the same thing




as much as I hate to admit




we all are trying to survive.




and we are all too proud to admit it.






im holding hostage everything I used to believe



if you want to get out alive
im going to need about

one thousand less expectations of me.



like I said...my face fell off today.