Saturday, Jun. 26, 2004 : I really want to be the prettiest wreck you've ever seen
And I know I'm dead on the surface, but I am screaming underneath.

I want to know why so many people can get away with anything, but I can't even be me without causing trouble. It probably isn't fair, but then who am I to decide that, or even expect that things should be going my way? Why is it that I might be trying so hard, but it means fuck all to you? I don't understand it and I don't understand why you want to change me. Am I that much of a terrible person? Maybe. Because I trust you so much I am willing to believe what you say about me. Or what you don't have to say.

I don't mean to be a vindictive bitch, it just happens.



Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: