I still have short hair. It's well-cut for an amateur, but I still hate it.
I still have a fucked-up nose with scabs falling off.
I still can't open my mouth wide without trying to hold back the screams of pain.
I'm still short, fat and generally ugly.
I still shagged a 15-year-old. I still regret it.
I'm still single but in love ....
.... and I'm still mad out of my head. I should still be put in a padded cell.
I still carved his name into my leg and took a small overdose last night.
In other words, I'm still me.
Wish you were here - wish I wasn't.
- b.k. x