"God. You're so ugly without your makeup. You know you really shouldn't show your face in public. You don't want to end up on that People of Walmart website."
Yeah I know.
"No seriously. You look like you've been hit by a bus."
Nope. Not hit by a bus. Just your ****** comments.
"You know they say sarcasm is just a deflection of an internal struggle, it's an underling issue to something bigger. Maybe you're going crazy."
I'm not going crazy. I'm getting my **** together. I'm in college now.
"Yeah, sure."
No. I wake up at a reasonable hour everyday. I take a shower and do my hair and make up. I do my homework and I make good grades. How can I be crazy when I'm getting my **** together. I have my **** together!
"Look at your room."
What about it?
"It's a mess."
So what?
"It's a mess. Just like you are. You are a mess."
I am not.
"You can shut the door and pretend it doesn't exist. Just like you're doing with that mask you put on every morning. Beyond these walls you're a fake. But behind them, they show who you truly are."
And what's that?
"That you're crazy and chaos. Your room represents what's on the inside. You're falling apart."
I am not crazy.
"Not crazy? As if. You've just been talking to your reflection for the past 10 minutes. Just like you have every day for the past four years. Just wait sweetie, one day I'll come out and play."
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
"God. You're so ugly without your makeup. You know you really shouldn't show your face in public. You don't want to end up on that People of Walmart website."
Yeah I know.
"No seriously. You look like you've been hit by a bus."
Nope. Not hit by a bus. Just your ****** comments.
"You know they say sarcasm is just a deflection of an internal struggle, it's an underling issue to something bigger. Maybe you're going crazy."
I'm not going crazy. I'm getting my **** together. I'm in college now.
"Yeah, sure."
No. I wake up at a reasonable hour everyday. I take a shower and do my hair and make up. I do my homework and I make good grades. How can I be crazy when I'm getting my **** together. I have my **** together!
"Look at your room."
What about it?
"It's a mess."
So what?
"It's a mess. Just like you are. You are a mess."
I am not.
"You can shut the door and pretend it doesn't exist. Just like you're doing with that mask you put on every morning. Beyond these walls you're a fake. But behind them, they show who you truly are."
And what's that?
"That you're crazy and chaos. Your room represents what's on the inside. You're falling apart."
I am not crazy.
"Not crazy? As if. You've just been talking to your reflection for the past 10 minutes. Just like you have every day for the past four years. Just wait sweetie, one day I'll come out and play."
