hands down.

let me be honest.im a wreck.i stroll by my life with kitchen knives on my head,while soothing sinatra classics play in the backdrop.im hardly secure.im hardly healthy.im hardly beautiful.and there are people who want to believe im wonderful and i dont want to prove them wrong.im not sixteen anymore i know but im not twentyone either.im something-teen.i feel old but im young.so i do youthful things.i get drunk.i make out with you and you.i smoke.i get drunk again.and its stupid but this is the time of our lives.and i cannot waste it though i feel empty.i can carry on strolling by my life even though she is miles and miles away,freezing in the german winter.and i can carry on even though she dosent love me anymore.i can carry on because i can get drunk.because i can make out with you and you.because i can smoke.because i can get drunk again.