Nov 2014
I have run out of words to express myself.
I think I'm losing myself
In my obsession with beauty
Because I can't. ever. be. beautiful.
And there isn't a word
To explain
THIS kind of self-loathing.
I think I'm losing myself
In my obsession with beauty
Because I can't. ever. be. beautiful.
And there isn't a word
To explain
THIS kind of self-loathing.
If anyone feels like talking I could really use a message from someone right now who can deal with me right now because I'm getting to be at one type of my worst and I'm just really...upset. Teardrops are not exactly good at keeping me company.
(I live In books + my mind)
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