PureVolume

well, my name is kritika. i am a simplified representation of a phenomenon. i exist in the romance of regret and the sounds of breaking hearts. it's always been my style to live a lie. i am shamelessly self-involved. i spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled. i worry about how this picture will sell because i believe it will determine the amount of sex i will have in the future. i self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety. i'm proud of my life and the things that i have done, proud of myself and the loner i've become. you're free to whine, it will not get you far. i do just fine, my car and my camera. chia-like, i shall grow. i discard all my feelings. i'll go with the ignorance. eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me. i am full of indifference. they chose me as the model for their empty little dreams with my new head and my legs spread like a filthy magazine and they hunt me and they gut me. and i give in. they led me to drink from their fountain spouting lies. taste, i have no taste. i don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic. so go choke on your irony. i'm skinny when i'm standing but i'm buddha when i sit, and if i'm truly so enlightened why'd i waste your time on it. remind me of who i am under their shell 'cause i can't get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes. my feet are so black and blue, and so are you. so now i'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out. go sob in your bed. if life is twice as pretty once your dead then send me a card. as i look back at countless crossroads and the middle where i stay, right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid by the faux-finest finds it's been that way and god damn you, how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day. i don't look back, cause i'm a forward thinking. i'm still the optimist though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream. i don't really even care if i'm alone now. i don't really even give a damn about falling in love. i have no heart, i sold my soul. i feed on the virgin blood from your bleeding heart. i'm leaking the blood of a fool. i'm full of it, i'm full of it.

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