Part 3...an apology
I hate being bitter and selfish. It’s not who I really am. At least, it’s not who I used to be, and it’s not who I want to be. Therefore, I don’t consider it to be me. I don’t hate you as much as I pretend I do. I’ve just been hurt by someone, and I feel as though I’ll feel better when I take it out on you.
I’m breaking all the rules of writing, you know. I was never very good at grammar anyway. And good writers never reference “I” or “you”. Or end with participles. Or start off two consecutive sentences with the same word.
It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. I’m not here to impress you. I’m not here to impress myself. I’m beautiful, you know…It’s just that no one ever notices. No. It’s that no one ever cares to notice. Beauty is something that is rarely found in today’s society. Not true beauty. Fake beauty is everywhere you look, and therefore rendered worthless. I can exercise fake beauty as easily as all the rest of them. I can even receive numerous compliments. Any person that dares compliment my fake beauty is automatically on my list.
I haven’t mentioned my list? I have many, actually. It organizes my normally pinball-impersonating mind. And since I don’t approve of pinballs, I do all I can to destroy that. My randomness is rather irritating, don’t you agree? I’m glad you don’t. You’re learning to adapt to my sarcasm.
I’m breaking all the rules of writing, you know. I was never very good at grammar anyway. And good writers never reference “I” or “you”. Or end with participles. Or start off two consecutive sentences with the same word.
It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. I’m not here to impress you. I’m not here to impress myself. I’m beautiful, you know…It’s just that no one ever notices. No. It’s that no one ever cares to notice. Beauty is something that is rarely found in today’s society. Not true beauty. Fake beauty is everywhere you look, and therefore rendered worthless. I can exercise fake beauty as easily as all the rest of them. I can even receive numerous compliments. Any person that dares compliment my fake beauty is automatically on my list.
I haven’t mentioned my list? I have many, actually. It organizes my normally pinball-impersonating mind. And since I don’t approve of pinballs, I do all I can to destroy that. My randomness is rather irritating, don’t you agree? I’m glad you don’t. You’re learning to adapt to my sarcasm.