Indie Shit

Taken from Tongue Like Electric, Eyes Like a Child
I got the glasses and now I got the hair.  Now all I need is the style and the hours of sitting around in coffee shops, acting apathetic, and reading all the time.  But I don't want to do that.  I like being my skinny-jeans-and-a-tee-shirt-wearing self while I'm silently worrying about my road test and the fact that I cannot, for the 3rd or 4th week in a row, not shower at the gym because I won't be going there to get my daily sweat on.  But I don't want to be an urbandictionary or a yourscenesucks cut-out definition of an indie chick.  Just because my face vaguely looks it, I'm still myself.  And I still barely resemble my ID picture.

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