The funniest about it all is that I cannot imagine anyone being in love with me.
To me it seems to be impossible that anyone might think about me at night and wonder if I think about him to.
Or that he talks to his friends about me, acting all cool but wearing that goofy grin in his face that betrays him and makes them make fun about him.
It's not that I think I couldn't accept love.
It's just that I can't imagine anyone feeling that way about me.
I honestly cannot imagine being in love with a guy.
I can't imagine dressing up and playing dumb and pretending that I need a boy who's going to treat me like a toy, because everyone knows the only thing a boy can give a girl for free is captivity.
But this Queen doesn't need a king.
The worst part is sitting here, after all this years, thinking about you. Wondering where you are, how you are, how you've been and if you sometimes sit down as well and miss me, or even think about me at all.
And even worse than that is the question why I'm even wondering at all.
Happines still continues to be the best filter and make up.
I like my tea cold and my socks hot.
I like boybands and electro-pop,
I like feminists and old-fashioned guys.
I'm full of controversy.
I'm me.
Music unites all peoples. It's unbiased and pure as it speaks from the people's hearts, not their skins.