| Alien Ant Farm - Forgive & Forget I feel like running away t some godforsaken country, where I can be a hero just by giving any living thing there a bit of my flesh, food for th soul hehh. Carefully nurture a little baby with no future over a day, feeling fortunate that Im still alive then forgetting it when I get back. Then again I'd like t be our generation's skanks, smooth tanned skin on never ending legs, pretty only under a few tiers of cosmetics, exceptionally long sexy hair with th ability t arouse a retarded male but it's all worth it innit, hypocritical friends by my side, money t be flushed away, th usual blood sex booze & I dont have t worry abt insecurities because I have it all. Or I could get multiple facial piercings, shove fingers on my face, speak like a tribal cock, eyeliner smeared everywhere, wear red-black striped pullovers, say fuck you t everyone that dares t venture in my path, cling on t my yellow haired boyfriend & be known as an emotional (female) gangster. I could also go against my religion by drinking th year away finding it cool, making babies at a rapid rate then throwing them away, screwing up my education t be a housewife & say that I truely enjoy all this. It's depressing t realize that th gorgeous one(s) of th abovementioned resides in my lover's life, for better or for worse. They live, breathe & fuck th air around him. & what abt me?
Im not skinny with beautiful legs, unblemished skin, hair that's natually flowy. I dont have money t spend on clothes that'll actually suit me, I dont have 100 friends t call my 'homies', I dont have parents who would allow me t pay a girl t fuck me, I dont have breasts th size of th earth t attract guys, I dont have a camera t take multiple shots of myself posing like a spastic. I have a boyfriend that lives only in my mind, I have a dog t care for, I have a friend who watches over me, I have pimples that label me as gross, I have a temper, I mix up my outfits t create another outfit since I cant afford more. Im slightly pudgy with a round tummy, I wake up every morning looking like th living dead, I go through heart breaks & I survive them without listening t my chemical romance & a razor by my side, I have tendencies t go for girls, but fuck you all. I have balls, I have a life, Im different but exactly th same as all of you. So what makes you even more special? Just because you THINK so. What do you do when you're world is falling apart around you & you watch? Stupid fucktards just sit there & cry, gung ho wannabes yell banzai & charge while th smartest cock around seriously, shift worlds. Welcome t th dark side. If you are unfamiliar with th terms of sarcasm, you should have closed this window long ago. I laugh at people who have no other way t compliment themselves but t get others t do it for them & in turn post conversations everywhere, making them seem 'funny', yeh sure they're hilarious but be careful if they're laughing with you or at you. I vote for th latter. People with no bloody confidence whatsoever dont deserve sympathy though they scream at you t praise him/her, it's funny because if you cant see any good in yourself, how can others? It'll just be superficial & who th fuck knows whats going in your mind when you're helping someone, you could be plotting t kill. Yeh sure, I have a lot of angst in me. |
