Thursday, July 28, 2011
i wish you knew
just how badly i was trying to protect you.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Well well well
it's nice to be happy again.
horse
i am
looking forward to
you
horse
i am
looking forward to
you
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
names
fake
bitch
whore
i've been these, called
ugly
loser
slut
these, too
wannabe
nerd
ugly duckling
oh, so familiar
but
i
don't
like it.
this isn't
bitch
whore
i've been these, called
ugly
loser
slut
these, too
wannabe
nerd
ugly duckling
oh, so familiar
but
i
don't
like it.
this isn't
me.
i'm sorry
i'm not all of these
things
you call me.
maybe want me
to be.
but i am me
and that is
i'm sorry
i'm not all of these
things
you call me.
maybe want me
to be.
but i am me
and that is
beautiful.
Hello.
Hi. My name is, well I don't think you really care. I am the girl you laugh at. I am the girl you talk shit about. I am the girl who deals with you calling her pizza-face, nerd, boobs. I am the girl you say to her face that you hate her. I am the girl who tries so hard and is only rewarded with hatred.
And I am the girl who has it much better than all the others. I am the girl who luckily escapes the torment of gossip, of sabotage, and physical abuse. I am the girl who only suffers mentally, the girl who tortures herself more than others torture her. I am the girl who just lets others get to her.
But you are the people who abuse. You are the people I call 'friends', and you act nothing of a friend. You are the people who act nice, yet avoid me as much as possible. You are the people who deceive me and hurt me and feel you can get away with it. You are the people who make me want to kill myself. You are all to blame.
Who cares, though? You are the people who do not.
And I am the girl who has it much better than all the others. I am the girl who luckily escapes the torment of gossip, of sabotage, and physical abuse. I am the girl who only suffers mentally, the girl who tortures herself more than others torture her. I am the girl who just lets others get to her.
But you are the people who abuse. You are the people I call 'friends', and you act nothing of a friend. You are the people who act nice, yet avoid me as much as possible. You are the people who deceive me and hurt me and feel you can get away with it. You are the people who make me want to kill myself. You are all to blame.
Who cares, though? You are the people who do not.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Thank you.
For reminding me no one will ever love me. For reminding me you're waaay out of my league and I'm just an annoying, ugly little prick. Thank you for reminding me that I am worth nothing and I should just stop trying to be loved by someone like you because no one as good as you or him or him will ever love me.
Thank you for bringing my hopes up and making me think I was beautiful then crushing them like a bug. Thank you for doing what every. other. guy. did. Thank you for being a fake, a liar, a dick. I sure appreciate that.
No, I don't. Because I am fucking used to it. And I'm fucking tired of it. Thank you, for reminding me, that boys.
are.
stupid.
go back to fucking jupiter.
Thank you for bringing my hopes up and making me think I was beautiful then crushing them like a bug. Thank you for doing what every. other. guy. did. Thank you for being a fake, a liar, a dick. I sure appreciate that.
No, I don't. Because I am fucking used to it. And I'm fucking tired of it. Thank you, for reminding me, that boys.
are.
stupid.
go back to fucking jupiter.
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