I am a complicated being.without having to blame too much of the fact that my being female means I have to go through a downfall almost every month.too religiously infact,that not only it helps to scare those close to me but also myself.I don't intend to be this way.as my rebellious phase is over, now more than ever,I not only wish to be normal, I crave for it.I am an adult now.funny how things only get worse when your running out of reasons to plea insanity.and that people can only believe you for so long,that they eventually lose track of how rotten you really are.and being as helpless as always,you have no option left but to just dwell with it. swallow the pain and move on.hoping to vomit along the way.but somehow,you never did.
I strongly disagree when a person tells me things will get better.hell,even I,my fucked up self, is the product of what would've been better of a recent screwed up past.thus,the phrase is not only ridiculous,it is merely just wishful thinking of an in denial optimistic.of a moran actually.
the point of this post was to introduce myself.but my several attempts of doing so through out my 20 years of age tires me.therefore, I find such task unnecessary.besides,it will not only bore you but it serves you no purpose at all.let me be anonymous.perhaps me being discreet might help me deal with this.or not.
fuck it. I am out of words.good night imaginary audience.good night.
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