Emo rant
*sigh*
My mother visited this past Sunday through to today. I made her food and she sewed me a new bodice and a pair of unmentionable drawers. Both had extensive modifications because I . . . have an ugly misshapen body that makes it so I can't get anything that fits me right.
Do I hate myself right now? Very much so.
I'm debating if I hate myself more for the fact that I'm not how I want, or the fact that somewhere in my deluded feeble mind, I cling to hope.
Things in my life are odd. There's both good and bad.
I cut my bangs too short.
My hair is dying, I think. Or rather, since hair is already dead as soon as it's out of the scalp, it's . . . well, tt's damaged somehow. Probably due to poor diet. Except I've been eating regularily for once in I don't know how many years! OI!
I seemed to have shrunk an inch since leaving college.
I'm tired of children's books. They're all so . . . stupid. Truly, anyone can get published.
But this . . . this is just my emo rants. I'll be fine tomorrow. Why? Because I have to be.
I think . . . I think I need more sleep.
My mother visited this past Sunday through to today. I made her food and she sewed me a new bodice and a pair of unmentionable drawers. Both had extensive modifications because I . . . have an ugly misshapen body that makes it so I can't get anything that fits me right.
Do I hate myself right now? Very much so.
I'm debating if I hate myself more for the fact that I'm not how I want, or the fact that somewhere in my deluded feeble mind, I cling to hope.
Things in my life are odd. There's both good and bad.
I cut my bangs too short.
My hair is dying, I think. Or rather, since hair is already dead as soon as it's out of the scalp, it's . . . well, tt's damaged somehow. Probably due to poor diet. Except I've been eating regularily for once in I don't know how many years! OI!
I seemed to have shrunk an inch since leaving college.
I'm tired of children's books. They're all so . . . stupid. Truly, anyone can get published.
But this . . . this is just my emo rants. I'll be fine tomorrow. Why? Because I have to be.
I think . . . I think I need more sleep.