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On Thursday I'll arrive to the office at about 8 in the morning, right from a party. With makeup, circle lenses, fake lashes, wearing a short skirt that reveals stockings. What a whore I am in comparison to the little cutiepie A. who "feels so awkward at parties that can't even imagine herself on the dancefloor" Floorcloth. A spineless worm.
I hate going out most of the time. But it's the desperate need of attention that makes me do nearly EVERYTHING to be noticed. I've learnt how to behave at parties. I often feel like running away, taking all decorations off, having a cup of coffee and reading a book. But I have to find ways out of(...).
She has her stupid prince who gives the attention and nice words to her. Please let me have at least the attention I manage to beg for, ok? Yes I agree that I particularly hang out to steal attention of beautiful girls' boyfriends. I love seeing little sweeties upset and pissed off because of me but unable to do anything.
I understand it makes me even a bigger beast to think this way, but... I can say I hate that lolita. I feel like washing the floor with that sickly sweet smile.
Cuties get everything. What can I do except destroying them?
Somewhere deep inside I laughed in a demonic way when the well-known troll was writing shit about her.
Feel free to hate me. I'm used to it. I don't need anyone.
"Nobody wants to look at ugly people." (c) a social ad
I hate going out most of the time. But it's the desperate need of attention that makes me do nearly EVERYTHING to be noticed. I've learnt how to behave at parties. I often feel like running away, taking all decorations off, having a cup of coffee and reading a book. But I have to find ways out of(...).
She has her stupid prince who gives the attention and nice words to her. Please let me have at least the attention I manage to beg for, ok? Yes I agree that I particularly hang out to steal attention of beautiful girls' boyfriends. I love seeing little sweeties upset and pissed off because of me but unable to do anything.
I understand it makes me even a bigger beast to think this way, but... I can say I hate that lolita. I feel like washing the floor with that sickly sweet smile.
Cuties get everything. What can I do except destroying them?
Somewhere deep inside I laughed in a demonic way when the well-known troll was writing shit about her.
Feel free to hate me. I'm used to it. I don't need anyone.
"Nobody wants to look at ugly people." (c) a social ad