Nice Girls Finish Last
I feel frustrated.
I feel ugly. I don't care what people tell me, I look in the mirror and see endless flaws.
I feel used.
I feel stupid for letting my generosity be taken advantage of again and again.
I used to love who I was, and now I only hate who I am, because nice people never win.
Nice people only end up getting hurt.
I hate not being able to say no.
I hate caring so much...especially about people who could careless.
I hate work.
I wish I had someone I could talk to but I don't. And even if people tell me I can talk to them, I can't. I don't trust anyone enough to open up. I hate being me. I'm totally in control of ruining my life.
I don't want to be negative anymore. I hope this was me getting it all out.
I feel ugly. I don't care what people tell me, I look in the mirror and see endless flaws.
I feel used.
I feel stupid for letting my generosity be taken advantage of again and again.
I used to love who I was, and now I only hate who I am, because nice people never win.
Nice people only end up getting hurt.
I hate not being able to say no.
I hate caring so much...especially about people who could careless.
I hate work.
I wish I had someone I could talk to but I don't. And even if people tell me I can talk to them, I can't. I don't trust anyone enough to open up. I hate being me. I'm totally in control of ruining my life.
I don't want to be negative anymore. I hope this was me getting it all out.