bad news stops us for a while and then you move on. hope paralyzes us.
i can't shake it no matter how hard i try. that word goes through my mind a hundred times a day... hope. you told me to always have hope. but i don't know how much more i have left.
there are a hundred lessons on how to fight off death but not one on how to go on living.
rip tim.
the girl.
cigarettes. driving fast. nail polish. zebra print. loud music. high heels. adrenaline. white wine. leather. hope. diamonds. teased hair. and you.
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