Until the day that I grow up, my fingernails are painted pink

The morning after, I think I'm still loveable haha!

Help help, the photographer was drunk and wasn't able to find her feet! After many glasses that I've left behind at the bar, came the walk of shame home. It has been a very long time that I couldn't control myself and had to ask for a helping hand. I always stand my ground but this time I was in some bad luck. It must have been a funny sight, and definitely a photo opportunity, haha ! I like not being responsible for my actions (or making people believe I'm not), and I love being young. First I was ashamed but why? Yes I was a fucking mess, I was literally on the floor and everything around me floated. I'll promise myself never to do this again to myself, I promise myself to do this a thousand times over and over again. 'Cause I wouldn't be young if I wasn't passed out, sitting outside on the floor beside the door of the bar where we wear our hours. I wouldn't be young if I would know my limits and I wouldn't be young if I didn't made a fool of myself with grace and a smile!

Jolly fragments of images, they are floating in my head. I smoke a cigarette, drink my tea and listen to the music that over and over again makes my heart beat like a psychopath.

Like a cat without legs I climbed in my bed telling myself: "the last of the great finally lies in her bed, goodnight princess retard."