started 12.06.13

dedicated to self and you.

It's a sad thing when you can't tell where your s end and where your belly starts.

Hell.

It's a tear-jerker when you look down and you can't even see your legs anymore because of that third dinner of the night stored in your stomach.

Being unable to cross your legs, searching day and night for a shirt that won't choke me, chasing after nice boys only to find out they are actually shallow.

Those boys

Damn those boys.

Why are they so shallow?

Why won't they stop judging a book by its cover?

Why can't they notice that I am an understanding person and not like those superficial plastic fakes?

Whatever. It's their loss.

Watch me.

I'll find someone who'll appreciate me for how I am.