Tuesday, 26 October 2010
You start to lose yourself when people want you to be something that’s perfect. I’m not fucking perfect, and no one is. I’ve always been me, whatever that means, and I think I’m nice, other people think I’m a bitch because I’m opinionated: I admit, I’m crazy, I’ve never claimed to be sane but I think I’m nice.
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