I’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so uglyI’m so ugly
I’m so ugly
I’m so uglyI’m so ugly
I don’t know why I bother buying cute clothes.
They will never make up for my fucking disgusting COW FACE! Why do I even try?
These people drive me fucking crazy.
They need to learn to stop being such god damn hillbillies!
I wonder does anyone wonder about me?
Do they want to know who I’ve fucking hated
The few people I have dated
the fucked up shit I have seen?
Or is this my existence
where no one gives a shit if
this leaning over a ledge is much more than a
lean?
By god I hope someone’s hoping for me
The end of my rope is coming closer than ever
I know because when I close my eyes
I can hear myself taking a knife
for my ties to be severed.
So I shout until my throat bleeds
Ruffle their feathers
Hope to eat at their souls
like I thought I could never.
And when you keep them all in a bottle
The bottle will implode
You’ll spazz them all out
in some screamy teary stuttering code.
But until then you simply sit
all sweet and pristine
give them a cut out smile
when they ask so nicely
for your room to be clean.
I did something wrong last night.
I don’t even want to say what it was -
the people who need to know do.
It was actually small yet the remorse is huge and eating at me.
He still loves me and I’m starting to get over it but I will NEVER LET MYSELF BE SO FUCKING STUPID AGAIN. It’s not worth it. He’s everything to me and to lose him would mean losing everything good in my life.
Also, I’m starting to believe in life after death… no Hell, maybe not even Heaven per se, but something. I saw the movie Knowing last night so that’s what really got me thinking.
