"we're independant women some mistake us for whores im saying why spend mine when i can spend yours?" -moulin rouge-
so here's the story... take one syko exroomate of mine, dig a little deeper to find my exroomate's ex-roomate. and what do you get? my new roommate. this girl is almost as loco as me. but not quite. we've lived nearly paralelled lives... from love to life to insanity to drugs to intoxication to stupor to obsessive compulsiveness and psychosis. and that's only a handful of the shit we have in common. deal.
cindarella dressed in black
crying crimson tears
tragedy is her soulmate
lonliness is her fear
morphine and razor blades
soothing her pain
she cries when it's sunny
smiles when it rains
