I am all kinds of wrong.
I know better, that's what hurts so much.
I'm all jagged pieces inside... and everytime I try to reach down, to "dig deep" I get cut...
I forget my mission. -I know I had one... but, somehow anger erased it...
I would do anything to be pretty. I know I'm plain, and insufficient. I own that. ...I just wanna be pretty so I can stand up to how others make me feel. I mean, any random hottie in a pair of jeans and I'm clutching the wall, about to pass out. -Or I get ANGRY. The hotter they are, the angrier I get. It's so awful. I just clam up and cast evil thoughts upon them. ...I know it's wrong, I know it's so wrong... but, hot guys make me angry. -So again, I don't wanna be pretty for the default benefits... I wanna be pretty so I can stand toe-to-toe with these hotties whom vex me so much....
I know better, that's what hurts so much.
I'm all jagged pieces inside... and everytime I try to reach down, to "dig deep" I get cut...
I forget my mission. -I know I had one... but, somehow anger erased it...
I would do anything to be pretty. I know I'm plain, and insufficient. I own that. ...I just wanna be pretty so I can stand up to how others make me feel. I mean, any random hottie in a pair of jeans and I'm clutching the wall, about to pass out. -Or I get ANGRY. The hotter they are, the angrier I get. It's so awful. I just clam up and cast evil thoughts upon them. ...I know it's wrong, I know it's so wrong... but, hot guys make me angry. -So again, I don't wanna be pretty for the default benefits... I wanna be pretty so I can stand toe-to-toe with these hotties whom vex me so much....