Currently Playing: Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees.
“…it wears her out…it wears her out…”
I sat cross-legged with a genuine smile plastered on the entire time, for the whole duration.
Inside, I was screaming ever so quietly.
I am running dry out of solutions here. I’m sorry.
But I will have my supply of smiles ready.
Because I mean it.
Enough said here.
