Live Life, Stay Classy.
July 2011
I love being home alone.
I creep on the neighbors …
I cry over things …
I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …
I do things I’m not proud of …
I sit on the computer for 17 hours …
I eat anything I see …
I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …
I cry some more …
And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”
And, I’m just like …
… Nothing …
How I cross a street.
I don’t look both ways, I just walk.
When a car comes I think to myself, “you got brakes. You hit me I get money.”
