If you live one place; you think it'd be better somewhere else. If you're straight; you think it'd be easier to be gay or vice-versa. If you're a girl; you make millions off a "If I were a boy" lyric. But it's all the same excrutiating searing pain. In the heart.
My left knee hurts in the semi-lotus posture because of a soccer-related injury in childhood. I'll never reach enlightment.
hhhha.. well, look on the bright side: you're depressed, you can start writing. With the great book you'll put out, you'll become rich. When you're rich, you'll be able to live wherever you want.. and even get a sex change!
Actually- if I donated my cock, I'd probably make a good bundle of dough. Edit: Shit, I forgot I'm not circumscized so there goes 25% of my price right there.
Oh yes... sweet, temporary escape You haven't been drinking clearly I lean on a wall for support I say the world is wobbling You say I'm wobbling You haven't been drinking clearly My glass is a muse and you, I amuse I'm easily confused You haven't been drinking clearly Two aspirin will kill tomorrow's pain and you will feel the same and you think I'm insane You haven't been drinking clearly