holliday

Everything I am...or claim to be...is a mother fucking farse.

I'm still just the same little girl in the corner...telling you you're right...so I don't get hit...

It doesn't work, of course...

If I shrink enough into this here corner, will I disappear entirely?

I suppose it doesn't matter...

I'm gone already.

I sold myself out.

p.s. i'm drunk...'case you didn't realize that on your own...