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choke choke choke choke choke!!!! how embarrassing!
god dammit! everything i've been trying to do lately has totally blown up in my face. the second i think i'm going to do something right, it totally backfires into a mess of disappointment and extreme frustration. i feel unmotivated, burned out, uncreative and unattractive.
today, it was the situation where you can almost remove yourself from your own body and watch the disaster take place. you can see the entire car wreck as it happens from a comfortable seat up above. watch him go! your hands are sweaty, you're talking yourself into circles and you know that whatever you are going to say next is going to come out terribly flawed. if only you could make them like you. was i even speaking english?
no fucking self-confidence. i am going to blame it all on ken. the second i think i have a chance, the gods realize what's going on, and with a flick of the wrist, they shun me for being evil and ugly. when something goes wrong, it's almost like everything else seems to go wrong as well.
you know exactly what you should say an how you should say it, but it all comes out like a quagmire of words that have serious grammatical issues.
i felt so much more idealistic and motivated in high school. i felt like i was a special snowflake where everyone else wanted to know about who i was on the inside. the fact is, people are selfish bastards that wished you were dead so they could take a shit on you. i swear i'm not projecting.
no fucking self-worth!
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
god dammit! everything i've been trying to do lately has totally blown up in my face. the second i think i'm going to do something right, it totally backfires into a mess of disappointment and extreme frustration. i feel unmotivated, burned out, uncreative and unattractive.
today, it was the situation where you can almost remove yourself from your own body and watch the disaster take place. you can see the entire car wreck as it happens from a comfortable seat up above. watch him go! your hands are sweaty, you're talking yourself into circles and you know that whatever you are going to say next is going to come out terribly flawed. if only you could make them like you. was i even speaking english?
no fucking self-confidence. i am going to blame it all on ken. the second i think i have a chance, the gods realize what's going on, and with a flick of the wrist, they shun me for being evil and ugly. when something goes wrong, it's almost like everything else seems to go wrong as well.
you know exactly what you should say an how you should say it, but it all comes out like a quagmire of words that have serious grammatical issues.
i felt so much more idealistic and motivated in high school. i felt like i was a special snowflake where everyone else wanted to know about who i was on the inside. the fact is, people are selfish bastards that wished you were dead so they could take a shit on you. i swear i'm not projecting.
no fucking self-worth!
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php