June 2010
And the tests and teachers tell me I’m intelligent. And all the boys, they say I’m beautiful. And he tells me he loves me. And they all say I’m special, I’ll go far. All signs point to “yes.” I feel worthless.
This test I set up for myself. I failed it. It seems as though I’m good for very little, if anything at all.
raetoomuch started following you.
Thanks for the follow.
May 2010
I hate getting dressed. All my clothes an jewelry look horrible on me. I’m sure they’d look lovely on anyone else. The next time I go thrifting, I’m just going to buy frumpy t-shirts, and just wear those forever.
This week is going to be hell, and my mind is my own worse enemy. I will try to enjoy today because I know enjoying tomorrow is an impossibility, though I will fail in this.
Despite all I have to do tomorrow, I’m staying up. Even though I am totally and completely exhausted. Just to hear your voice. If you forget… I don’t know what I’ll do. Please don’t forget. Please don’t. Please.
