God I love this song. It makes me want to be backstage as a groupie again … grow out my hair, put on some torn nylons, smoky eye makeup, a miniskirt, and a leather jacket … but it also makes me want to smoke cigarettes again.
But then I remember how gross cigarettes are and how I never ever want to smoke again.
It was just my style. I started smoking at age 13 and quit for good as soon as I turned 18.
I have reasons to live. I’ve decided to treat my body with respect.
Oh yeah, back to the song. It’s great. Listen. But, don’t smoke. I quit for a lot of reasons - a vain one being I don’t want to be leather face by the time I’m 30. And yeah, I plan on living well past then (I wasn’t so sure during my mid-teens) …
But yeah. Shit. I’m so over being a selfish spoiled brat of a teenager. I had a lot of First World problems, what can I say. _-_ Once you start thinking about all the people dead/dying due to things beyond their control - diseases, starvation, poverty, genocide, war, etc … you can’t help but realize you are one lucky bitch to be surrounded by comfort and safety. And, perhaps with all those privileges you have in the first place, you’re entitled to do something for the people who don’t have those things but want nothing else but to live.