| I'm icky. |
It's so tiring. I can barely see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm just so tired. I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not depressed, I'm just tired. Every day I can get through is a miracle. When I get up I can't imagine how I'm going to make it to the end of the day. It's just so difficult.
I wish I was pretty. That's all that matters. It would be nice to be rich, too. Not to mention talented, but let's face it good-looking is at the top of the list. If I was beautiful I could have anything. I could have a relationship, I could be confident, I could flirt, I could shop, I could party, I could be and do everything I wanted to be and do, but never could. I know people say that you just have to be confident, but let's face it, that's bullshit. I wish everything about me was different, inside and out. Yuck. |
