A secound year show.

about a year ago now.

I feel faint vibrations under my feet and a loud fucking rumbling in my ears, I’m pretty fucked off. I layer on my make up to cover up my embarrassing past and all the lies I have told about it, I lie a shit load. This is all in preparation for the somewhat embarrassing day that I have ahead of me. I walk out of the shitty eleven story high building I force myself to accept every day and head towards some more fucking road works. My piece of shit eyes start watering and I look like some stupid emotional bitch having a cry in the middle of the street every second bastard has a good look. I’m not fucking crying I just have piece of shit grandma eyes at the tender age of eighteen, I say tender but I’m not really sure I would call myself that I’m probably just trying to make my life sound better than it really is. So I approach the first traffic light and I see possibly one of the most beautiful things I have seen in a long time, a young Maori man, about my age, a little boy and what I think is either the grandmother or the mother of the two, she had a moko and was walking about 20 paces behind them, she catches up at the traffic light and softly says something to the young man and child. I’m death as fuck and I didn’t want to seem nosy so I didn’t hear what she said. Its finally time to cross they all cross together but then she holds back once across the road and again walks about 20 paces behind the young man and the child. I find beauty in the oddest things. So I continue walking alongside the road works in an outfit I wish I didn’t wear, getting more and more fucked up with my eyes washing away my makeup. I’m almost at the studio and I decide to look in a car window to see if I look as shit as I feel, I’m having a good look and bending over in the short floral dress the Asians behind me can probably see my underwear but I don’t really give a shit. I realize after a long fucking time of looking at myself that there is someone sitting in the passenger seat of the car steering back at me, idiot. I ran away.