clandestine
December 2011
I feel so stupid. I feel like nobody cares about my feelings. Like if I were some bag of shit in the planet that doesn’t have a purpose at all. And people just say “Oh, her? Yeah, she’s fine. She’s always fine.” When I fucking am not. It’s been so long since I’ve been truly fine. But they don’t care at all, they keep putting me labels, they keep calling me a whore, they keep pulling my hair as if I was a motherfucking doll that doesn’t feel or suffer any of their insults inside. I’m not fucking sane, I’m not a fucking good girl, I’m not masochist. I even question my existence. I hope you all rot in hell when you die. Ugh.
November 2011
I wish I could be perfect enough to be a Victorias Secret Model.
