Paper Bag - Fiona Apple
As soon as I wrote down how much I loved him, I knew I would regret it. It costs too much to love. God, I hope I remember that, later. His hands on someone else makes me want to blow my fucking brains out. Seriously. Jesus Christ. Who am I kidding. I should have just kept starving and running like fucking always getting the results that pay off. Starving. Caffeinating. Smoking. Running. Fuck all.
The Fear - Lily Allen
And everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner
I am an angry little plump hopping bird. Fuck all. Here's to pharmaceuticals.
This is a terrible entry. My deepest apologies to my non-existent readers.
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