

Teenage Angst.This is you. This is your life.Teenage Angst.
Pre-life.
Imagine your mum. The woman that you used as a motel for nine months. She's sixteen. Tall, skinny & bleach-blonde. High on weed. Walking down London streets, shouting at anyone who will listen. She's pissed off at the world. Ran away from her Mummy. From her Daddy.
And there he is. Your Dad. The man who makes up half of you.
He's walking down the street, too.
He's got a grand in his pocket & a hundred friends on his phone. Friends fall over themselves to get to know you when you have a grand in your pocket.
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my inspirations: peace, hippydom, sweet teeth, loud music, nan goldin, six feet under, mortality, truth <3
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No regrets, that's my motto...
that and everybody wang chung tonight...
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my inspirations: peace, hippydom, sweet teeth, loud music, nan goldin, six feet under, mortality, truth <3
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my inspirations: peace, hippydom, sweet teeth, loud music, nan goldin, six feet under, mortality, truth <3
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Never regret a decision you meant to make, a word you meant to say, an action you meant to do, a course you meant to take. If you meant it, the you of that exact day would make the same decision all over again, every chance it had for the rest of eternity
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my inspirations: peace, hippydom, sweet teeth, loud music, nan goldin, six feet under, mortality, truth <3
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