I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
the only aisle i’ll be walking down is the alcohol section of my local grocery store
some lyrics are so accurate i want to write them on my body and paint them on my walls and post them on every social networking site and scream them from the rooftops and get a t shirt with them on it and bathe in them and wow i just like nice lyrics