OK, so I lied...
OK, last night I thought it was gonna be my last update for a while, but I decided to waste some more time online tonight, and I just now decided to write. I'm really laying on the self-hate tonight. I don't know where it came from. Probably the loads of pretty chicks on here and the fact that I'm fat and the fact that I'm ugly and the fact that no one wants me and the fact that I've got problems and the fact that I complain too much and the fact that I need to shut up because no one wants to listen to someone complain all the time. OK, I'm ranting. But still, I realize that it's not good to complain all the time, I know, I've heard it before. But that doesn't help the fact that I really do feel ugly. And not just now. All the time, recently. I haven't cut in a while, though. (I decided not to count the days, it helps me not think about it.) But I really have been thinking about it lately. But I probably won't. It hasn't been the same since Chelsea took my razors. Scissors suck. They don't even draw very much blood. You can just scrape the same spot over and over again and it just doesn't work. Not that I know anything about that... Oh, who am I fooling?
Yeah. I'm gonna shut up now. Really. Btw, this was NOT in ANY WAY a pity entry. It was a rant. Don't worry about me. This is what usually is inside of my head, and I'm used to it.
~The Ugly Chick
Yeah. I'm gonna shut up now. Really. Btw, this was NOT in ANY WAY a pity entry. It was a rant. Don't worry about me. This is what usually is inside of my head, and I'm used to it.
~The Ugly Chick