you don't believe me. god, you do this every time.

I won't complain about how much I tend to love people, and it's too fun acting like I'm always playing the passive role.
[Even though I never am.]



I don't know what to eat. I don't know what to wash my hands with - spit or other peoples' words. I don't know which copy of the exerpt I'd better enjoy reading.
Will it be the crinkled, mad copy, or more like the cleaned-up pretentious one?
Which won't hurt me the most? Which won't slow my pacing down to make me think I'm just born like that?

I had very low self-esteem only once and it's never coming back again. My addiction to different mirrors was just as filthy as the cloud season. The dirtier the mirror, the more attractive I became. Everyone knows that it's the same deal in a relationship.
And I'm only indoors all the time because I throw myself away in public. Regret only after it has happened - I've never learned how to tell if I'd done something wrong.

Oh,
believe it or not but I think I care about getting in trouble.



As a kid, you always find those neato pictures that just draw you in saying "I'm apart of your personality that you don't even know about yet."