Your Fucking Boyfriend

Did you brush your hair or is that just the light in here? You don’t take instructions well but who wants to be instructed anyway, really? That’s something that started at home, then school, then in every friendship, relationship, hierachy. I don’t want to be told what to do.

I used to pretend I liked particular movies more than I did to impress somebody, thought that knowing about it was enough to blag a certain interest. But every lie in trade for a little making out is denial, and how low are you willing to slip? Will one day you love what you hate by process of degeneration? All for some boy whose name in ten years or even just four will be less present than Michelle Pfeiffer.

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