how come everyone talks about their demons like they're their best friend ?
I mean I go everywhere with mine, don't get me wrong, but it's not like i invited them.
sometimes I turn a corner and there's a sign about Victoria secret lingerie and then in a glass window of a Barnes n noble I see one of my demons pointing at the flaws I wear so pathetically on my skin. I try to laugh it off, like when your friend tells an offensive joke but they're your friend so you try your best to find the humour in it.
but now I'm just laughing at myself and there's nothing funny about carpooling around people who hate you.