You don't want 9 to 5 and you don't want a house and kids. You want to live life.
But I couldn't ask for anything else. Just some normality after this hectic mess. All I've got right now is what every other teen would dream of. Late nights and later mornings, only returning home because I've ran out of money, living out of the Bank of Mum. Drink. Drugs. Cigarettes. Boys, boys, boys. I hate this game but I'm one of the players.
I'd like something set in stone, nothing is for sure in this life.
My life will only ever be as normal as I am. A boy in make up.
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