Make Me Beautiful
This is just a rant. If you don't like teenage agnst/unhappiness/anything pessimistic/me, don't read. Thanks.
I've completely relapsed. I mean, here I am ready to piss on the next person who doesn't say just the right thing. I'm ready to kill most of them after that. What has happened to me? I don't even know why I did this. And here I am, updating my public blog so that the world can see that I'm such a problemed kid. I'm even mentally narrarating my life for all the people that can't quite see what's going on. What scares me most is the fact that the more I do this, the more I feel like I will go crazy, like I won't bounce back, like I won't be able to work past it. Goddamnit! What else can I do??? I quit everything. There's not much else I can sacrifice and not fuck myself over in the future. I need to go away. I need to be around no one I know for a while. I need to learn how to accept this. It's hard to accept any fact about yourself when you're screwing over what little you have while you're trying to accomadate your faults. But so be life. I would just like to remind life, however, that I'm not the type who keeps running back to abuse. Sooner or later, someone's got to say enough it enough. I just hope you do that first.
I've completely relapsed. I mean, here I am ready to piss on the next person who doesn't say just the right thing. I'm ready to kill most of them after that. What has happened to me? I don't even know why I did this. And here I am, updating my public blog so that the world can see that I'm such a problemed kid. I'm even mentally narrarating my life for all the people that can't quite see what's going on. What scares me most is the fact that the more I do this, the more I feel like I will go crazy, like I won't bounce back, like I won't be able to work past it. Goddamnit! What else can I do??? I quit everything. There's not much else I can sacrifice and not fuck myself over in the future. I need to go away. I need to be around no one I know for a while. I need to learn how to accept this. It's hard to accept any fact about yourself when you're screwing over what little you have while you're trying to accomadate your faults. But so be life. I would just like to remind life, however, that I'm not the type who keeps running back to abuse. Sooner or later, someone's got to say enough it enough. I just hope you do that first.