That ordinary life has already been ruined for me every time I experienced the magic of being with the right people and being the best me. I’m young and restless. I’m not yet ready for ordinary. I’m built for magic and the extraordinary. I’m addicted to the high life, going wild with the people who appreciate my wildness. For that, I need my enabler. I need constant stimulation. I need to be the best me again.
Don’t ring me up only because someone else doesn’t answer your calls and now you’re bored and want a substitute to keep you company. Because trust me, we both deserve more. On this Friday night I would like to be someone’s magic, not just hours and hours of meaningless banter that can only rely on substances to make it less painfully mediocre.