Feeling: frigid across the room, on that box filled with lines and colours, a beautiful blonde flaunts her non-existant body and over-sized breasts. and i sit on my ass in front of a computer screen drinking a Dr. Pepper. i wish people weren't fake. i wish this room didn't smell like weed. i wish i had made a better decision. i wish a lot of things. maybe someday a wish of mine will come true. at least i'm always going to be a whore.