 ...she's / hardly / what / she / seems / <3 |
| Not what it seems. |
Apr 11th, 2008 6:24:14 pm - Subscribe |
| The parties don't stop. The weekend starts on Thursday and goes right into Monday morning. I can't stop. Do my makeup, then my hair, give me my heels and I'm out the door. Alcohol in one hand and my girlfriends on my other side. La dolce vita. But it's not what it seems. These friends, well they're fake. Along with the smile I put on the only solid thing I have right now is the vodka that assures me a drunken night. Not even my boyfriend is solid. People can't see through walls. President of my sorority, dean's list, the "fabulous four" as me and my friends are known, my "perfect" boyfriend. La dolce vita... right? |
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| mood: sour |
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