Almost September (part II)

You wanted to take me to Abercrombie and Finch to buy a dress like the one Margo Tanenbaum always wore. But you're not Richie or Eli. You're Royal. And I'm not any of the Tanenbaums. Well, maybe I am a bit like Margo, so secrative.

You're not a bastard. You're just a son of a bitch. But I can't tell you that to youre face because you'll lie in bed for a week longing for death. What a waste. If I had half of what you were given...



I'll fall asleep to songs about how no body loves me. Things will turn out alright because no matter how fucked up this world is, there's always a smidge of goodness. And that's all it takes.