ERES MI RINCÓN FAVORITO DE MADRID

miércoles, 4 de mayo de 2011

Sick of;

Cops. Gins. Tv. Heat. Dust. Sweat. Writing. School. Bad. Pictures. Handcuffs. Tickets. Bad music. Fake smiles. Mean teachers. Headaches. Runny roses. Tan lines. Grades. Being bored. Silence. This town. Heathcare. The govenment. Paperwork. Money. Being told I talk funny. People in general. Life too. Celebrities. Boyfriends. Friends.
Oh baby, you have a problem. You are sick, sick of happiness.