Wednesday, February 01, 2006

my back is wet with whispers of gossip. i wish people would just tell me straight that they don't like me instead of hissing behind my back like a stupid tangle of stupid snakes. how can they even look at me and smile that way! superficial people with no guts or brains. if i was born attractive, i can bet you my favourite mug they will not hate me. but i am not unfortunate enough to be infected with that kind of superficial idiocy; i am proud of the way i look. the worst thing about this whole thing is how i don't hate them. in the end, only self hatred stays, along with the growing doubts of whether there really is very little goodness in me. all i want to be is a good person.

at least i think i do.


so she lied at 2:18:00 pm