fuck it all
my hair my jaw my face my fingernails i am all unsatisfied with, are all unkept with, and are all so confused on what to do these days. if my physical stature matched my moods i would have bruises all over my knees and ankles from being lifted from and thrown onto the ground so many times. i have discovered that happiness is impossible without sacrifice; i witness this right now as school and the relationship are going well while my family is bugging the shit out of me and i can't fit into my skinny jeans. my throat is so raw so hot from screaming endlessly to my parents from the bottom of the stairs saying "hold on" or "i don't want to" which in code means fuck - you. why do my hopes dreams and aspirations have to be just that, can't they switch with reality for a day? please god it's on my wish list for life.