If I die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be? Our lives read like the classified pages of what’s for sale, attention bidders here’s lot 35. Back down cash out that’s the city for you, break down, been let down, when you said; ‘it’s falling apart’ I thought you meant that you were falling apart. Every move I make is documented and graded for style, well remember this. The ambitious now hold the smoking gun.



I’m getting sick of their lack of faith in me. How they doubt I can fit in at university, because the city if too posh for someone like me. Guess what, I made it. You didn’t. Suck on it.




I will not live a life of feeding fashion to house wifes.