Scars are Pretty
How are people so fucking happy? It makes me mad lol... I just dont understand. They talk about how lovely the day is and how nice the weather is and the pretty birdies. Jesus Christ. Shut the fuck up. Whatever. I'm just in a bad mood right now.
No, It's not PMS. That time has passed. Thank God.
It's not loneliness. I'm enjoying it right now.
It's not the music I listen to. Because it's all depressing.
Part of it is feelings. Like no one cares. Or loves me. Or wants to hear this shit. I write it in here because you dont have to read it.
I'm really bored. I dont know what to say. I have so much to say. But I dont want to say it. You couldnt care less.
And so now, I will sit in front of this computer making a bracelet, listening to the most depressing music in the world, think about what's wrong with me, cry about picking the wrong colors for the bracelet, and then talk to some pathetic people online. Fun, fun.
No, It's not PMS. That time has passed. Thank God.
It's not loneliness. I'm enjoying it right now.
It's not the music I listen to. Because it's all depressing.
Part of it is feelings. Like no one cares. Or loves me. Or wants to hear this shit. I write it in here because you dont have to read it.
I'm really bored. I dont know what to say. I have so much to say. But I dont want to say it. You couldnt care less.
And so now, I will sit in front of this computer making a bracelet, listening to the most depressing music in the world, think about what's wrong with me, cry about picking the wrong colors for the bracelet, and then talk to some pathetic people online. Fun, fun.