surviving on the kindness of strangers

i'm one of those overgrown teens who still believes that glam rock is going to "happen" again, who hasn't gotten tired of fighting lost causes bearing little significance all in the name of unconventionality(yet), whose greatest achievement is a lack of one, who has barely enough reason to have faith in her own moral compass, who still spends every waking second trying to find an accurate representation of who she really is.