Saturday, January 17, 2009

since it's so therapeutic to write, i will, and i'll write until my hands fall off.
because no one will hear me out, because i'm to stupid for anyone to listen.
i'm never good enough, i never will be, and i can't be. i'm not perfect, please please try to grasp that. and stop comparing me to the person you wish i was, or the person you want me to be. i know i've typed this over and over, but fuck you. fuck you, fuck him, fuck you, and fuck you. i can't take this constant criticism. i know i'm not perfect, you don't have to point it out. i knowiknowiknowiknow.