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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

cheer up, the worst is yet to come.

21.2.10

dearest writer's block,

we are through. i'm sorry; i know

how attached you've become, but it's

time for me to move on.

(the hourglass turned so slowly.)

i'd like to say it was nice while

it lasted, but sweetie, that just

isn't the truth. i'm really so

sorry... try to understand.

(the emptiness was unbearable,

the hours of staring at

lonesome sheets of

white.)

you and i, dear, we just weren't

meant for each other, and

it's been clear all along.

(a void in the mind,

a void in myself.)

i'm sure there's someone

out there who's right

for you, but that someone

simply isn't me.

(a spell cast,

a hideous enchantment.)

take care of yourself.

(nothingness.)

love,

kezia

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.