They come out and I wrote to you that I write nothing new. I write the same thing in different words and people don’t change in my plots. So I wrote to Envy and asked her if she cries often and why it is she hates women. Maybe she’s a lesbian, maybe she just loves us too much.
On the hangers of your closet, Diverse masks dangle. Which one will you wear to appease the society tonight? Will you let someone see the real you or always remain misunderstood? Or will you let it drain all the oxygen from your blood?
Suddenly I had so much to say I don’t know if it was the Breakfast at Tiffany’s or the sound of you sleeping the feeling of you here made me want to say a lot yet no words can explain how much or precisely I love you
She makes me feel unwanted. A burden, Undeserving of love and life. She calls me ‘fat’, ‘useless’, ‘worthless’. And those words are engraved in my mind, Forever on repeat.