I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you are afraid to share with anyone because I love you that much. And now I'm showing you mine. I'm but an average, untalented girl living in suburbia attempting self-discovery. I am ordinary. I live an easy life and yet I'm still unhappy; I'm hoping keeping track of my thoughts will make this easier to understand. I care little for other people's emotions. I lie to others to make my own life easier, but not ever to ease their suffering. I will not lie to you. My thoughts are my own, not easy words fed to me by my parents or my government. I am part of no church, and I believe in no god. The only thing I need to be saved from is my own mental unrest. I ate his heart then I swallowed his brain. If you don't love me back, I'll do it again.
November 27 - Pikul; Carnavas; Swoon.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone’s ever looked at a picture of me and said, “I wish I looked like her.” I always find myself wishing I looked like this girl in this picture or that model. I wonder if anyone’s ever felt like that about me.
We always want what we can’t have just because we can’t have it. Anything offered to us or anything that comes naturally is fine and dandy but the real treasure lies in what’s just out of reach. Fair girls want a tan, brunettes want to be blonde, tall girls wish they were short, etc. Doesn’t matter how wonderful what we have is, we want more and we want what we percieve to be better.
Sometimes I think that’s the worst fault humans have.
