All my life, I’ve been poorly influenced.
I realise this now. How all the floating thoughts fabricate the single stormy sky, and makes me see the sickening parallel between the things I’ve been and the things I am in MTV videos of meaningless relationships and smoke, flashing lights in abundance. ¾ of my love life seems to have come from the video for We Found Love by Rihanna and Calvin Harris, whilst the rest was a happy, hot mess with My Chemical Romance’s Helena playing in the background.
What happened to the decency, faith and humility my parents strived to give me? Did one of my role models eat it all, only to vomit out my life?
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