I choose to be blind to truth. Only because my soul is too fragile to reality. My name is Lox. I am a superstar. I fight off men every weekend, and the taken ones want me, as I want them. When I walk in the room, I smell thirst. It’s an ocean of introductory names, but I only see the beautiful eyes. My name is Lox. I fall asleep at night realizing how lucky I am. To be beautiful and bold. To be a rare breed of female. To be okay with the fact, that some guys are too young to handle me. I am a superstar. I am a woman. I am in a different world. Maybe I’m a little psycho, but If I convince myself of what I want to hear, maybe I will sleep at peace. Maybe that’s the best I can do. Maybe that’s the best I will ever do. But who wants to wake up a failure? My name is Lox. And I am a winner.
