I am feeling rather nostalgic tonight my room is clammy and hot whilst on the inside, I'm in a freezer unable to move from the isolation
I am currently listening to a song it is singing me to sleep and singing all my consciences without me having to think too much philosophising everything
I'm tired of being here alone all the time, and I can't carry on being second best even third, fourth and so on like a never ending cycle
the term 'wallflower' is so perfectly beautified and evokes imagery of aesthetically-pleasing nature but I find this so hard to believe as I feel like a wallflower but certainly the opposite of beautiful more like the uninviting sight of a prickly **** needing to be dug up because nobody likes its presence
irrelevance is probably the only term I can use to describe just how things are no one wants the companionship of someone who perceives others' opinions as negative all the time and their own thoughts are just as diabolic
the thought of myself ever being denoted as beautiful is at the height of impossibility