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i cant believe how angry some things make me.
i cant believe how i panic over the stupidest things. i scream if something doesnt look perfect on my paper, i call someone a bitch if they dont paste a huge smile on their face when they talk to me and/or if their face looks fake and plasticky when they acknowledge my presence.
i want someone to love and i want someone to love me back; i label people with mean names of "cliche" and "poser" and "little kid" when i act the same way myself, i think. i hate how the world is this small enclosed space where everyones gasping for breath and trying to shove everyone else out of the way to grab some air for themselves.
im being shoved down deep by other peoples hands as they achieve happiness, love, success, popularity. im drowning as students lean across desks and whisper "are you a lesbian or do you just act dykey?"
im suffocating in this endless conformity
i cant believe how i panic over the stupidest things. i scream if something doesnt look perfect on my paper, i call someone a bitch if they dont paste a huge smile on their face when they talk to me and/or if their face looks fake and plasticky when they acknowledge my presence.
i want someone to love and i want someone to love me back; i label people with mean names of "cliche" and "poser" and "little kid" when i act the same way myself, i think. i hate how the world is this small enclosed space where everyones gasping for breath and trying to shove everyone else out of the way to grab some air for themselves.
im being shoved down deep by other peoples hands as they achieve happiness, love, success, popularity. im drowning as students lean across desks and whisper "are you a lesbian or do you just act dykey?"
im suffocating in this endless conformity