StefaniaLucca

We're fated to Pretend. The things I believe are not actually what I believe. Only when I'm in that state, that state. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the Stars. When we listen to that music, with that agreeable headshake. That's when I know. What I believe. I just want to say, it doesn't matter. Whatever you do. We'll have faked it to Pretend. I look around, everything changed. But for once in my life, I realized, that's what happens. I miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world. I miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone. There is nothing we can do. I think of everyone I've