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I’m different,
so I must be a loser.

sure.

salutations,

that insanely sexy superman

30.4.10

tonight, you're the antagonist with the killer smile,
and i'm the bad ending everybody hoped wouldn't happen.

tonight, everything just isn't enough.

tonight, the protagonist didn't even bother to show up.
maybe, he didn't even exist at all. maybe, it's for the best.

tonight, the air is toxic, and love's just a way to make more money
or maybe it's a way to make you cry.

tonight, metaphors are dead ends, and maybe we're dead too.

tonight, everyone loses.

tonight, love stories and fairy tales finally disappear.

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.