The modern leper stands on his last legs, two of them. And isn't it funny just how the times have changed.
I bought myself a ring for the ball, a big purple flower that sits on my finger like a corsage that I've given myself. It matches the one that goes in my hair.
I want to be pretty enough to be wanted.
It's sad when you realise that people were lying to you when they told you something a long time ago.
Still up for dancing?
I am.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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