Katrina.
I'm 21.
I live in Massachusetts.
I'm just another screwed up girl. Nothing special, nothing close to original. Music is my escape from everyday bullshit. Rap is whack. Hardcore is where it's at. Memphis May Fire, Of Mice & Men, Sleeping With Sirens, You Me At Six, and Pierce The Veil are just a few bands that make me all warm and fuzzy inside. I push people away then I get pissed off when they leave. I'm a walking contradiction. I'm probably the biggest hypocrite you'll ever meet. I know, I'm not proud of it, believe me. I tend to fall in love with all the wrong people, people who will never love me back. I want what I can't have. I ignore the people who actually care about me so I can chase after the ones that never will. I have my truck load of regrets, but doesn't everybody? I trust very few people. I have trouble looking at myself in the mirror. My mommy says I have a bit of a potty mouth. I'm sick of bullshit. I'm sick of people walking into my life and then walking right back out. I laugh like I'm fucking baked out of my mind. Sometimes, I wish I wasn't so alone. I'm a realist. I'm a romantic. I'm an indecisive piece of shit. I'm a screw up. I'm a fuck up. But hey, that's just me.
Barley living
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