Yes, I'm resentful. Yes, I can be insecure. But when you'd pick your new artsy boytoy over me in a heartbeat but have "to think about" all my invitations, WHO WOULDN'T BE? I guess it isn't your fault, I guess he's just that much better than me.
I hate never being good enough. As it is, i've wasted 1.5 hours not being able to do my portrait cus I'm too fucking angry to get on my ass and do it. So there. motherfucker. I've smashed my room and hurt myself in the progress, and you know what? NO ONE DARES ATTEMPT CONTACT. All these people who dare challenge me when I'm calm? WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
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