a disdain scowl parts the lips. i'm all about cool, yo, "so start shooting already".
you know what? that's the emotion. disdain. And a tiny little horrible part of me (which we usually shut off or send to go bitch around somewhere else on a less populated diary) - wants them to suffer hard enough to realize they did not know the meaning of that word before.
have you ever been betrayed?
still remember that.
i wanna go there once, all nice and cool, and spit in their faces and let them know that i am a success all the way, while all they have is themselves to sell. And see their anger become powerless to change anything.
sometimes i change out of my kindness.
so that's why its English. Anyhow, gtg. See ya later, chicks.
See ya later, my ambiguous past.