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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

everything's got a moral, only if you can find it.

20.11.09

this isn't hope.
it's a disease.
and you do as you please.
i would tear
out my eyes
so as not to see the lies.
bring an end
to my dreams.
pulled apart at the seams.
you left me broken and lame.
this is the meaning of pain.

ah.
new spectacles.
i look like a horrible looking dork.
-nerd smile-
it's those black, full-rimmed things.
i don't know how i got persuaded by my aunty to get it.
it feels weird.
and it's huge.

if i say that i don't think i'm pretty, i'm looking for attention, and if i say yes, i'm a vain bitch. it's such a double standard in society; we tell girls that they should be confident and feel beautiful all the time, but then we tear down girls who are confident, out of jealousy and hate. i really don't get it.