"Oh my god what a slut."
"I know, I heard that she even stole Andre from Lea during that overnight party last week..."
"What the f..."
The audible whispers went on for a long while. As such all gossip-mongers do when they have the hottest news from someone who knows someone, who got it from someone's cousin's sister, who slept with this guy in band camp. Crazy, I know...but such is the truth of life sometimes.
It's like shit to flies, if you would be so kind to pardon my french.
What do they know anyway? They think they're so different from me -- all because they never experienced what I experienced. I bet some of them are actually jealous because I can do something about my assets. Fuck them.....fuck them all.
Just a few steps from the stairs, the subject of the day was thinking all possible words of obscenities to describe these so called "young women of stature" in this prestigious academe. A smug smirk crawling across her face as she indulges herself at the new descriptions they have of her, enjoying and hating it at the same time.
Though she may deny it, she is hurting inside as every sharp word kept flying down her heart like arrows. But what can you do when you find love in the wrong places right? It's not like she can't help it if she believes every single thing a man says to her. They all look so sincere, so kind...like every word from their mouths flow like honey. And some are even so clever as to match it with actions for a couple of months. It's not like everything is my fault here. Why am I taking all the bad credit then? Assholes.
Then again, she can't really blame them, she's starting to give up on it and just let go and follow the flow of things. In other countries, after all, this is nothing...almost like going out for groceries kind of normal...right?
Right?
But the only reply she gets is the next track in her iPhone
I need someone, a person to talk to
Someone who'd care to love
Could it be you
Could it be you
Situation gets rough
Then I start to panic
It's not enough
It's just a habit
Hey kid you're sick
Darling this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back I can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but I won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah yeah, they do it all the time
I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record
Oh yeah well don't get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed
I take one one one 'cause you left me
And two two two for my family
And 3 3 3 for my heartache
And 4 4 4 for my headaches
And 5 5 5 for my lonely
And 6 6 6 for my sorrow
And 7 7 7 for no tomorrow
And 8 8 8 I forget what 8 was for
And 9 9 9 for a lost god
And 10 10 10 for everything everything everything everything
Right.
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Hi guys! So it's been a while --- again! Haha! Here's a little bit of Vivi's story. I want to think that this song is the reason why Essa and her became close. I still don't know how they will know each other's 'lovelife music' but hey, let's just keep on churning out ideas right?
I don't know why I keep working on their background stories more than their present lives. It's kind of annoying since this tends to spoil so much of the story when I don't want that :/ But when I think of their present, I just go blank.
Completely blank. :|
Anyway I hope you guys like~ :) Enjoy!
