s aturday night. another party.
t oo much skin showing, and it's cold. but it's like a chant in my head:
"i have to. i have to."
l ots of people tell me that i am a very beautiful person.
l ots of people tell me that i am very ****, very badass, that anyone would love to be with me.
n o one is with me. no one is with me.
o n the first day of my last breakup, the pain was crunched ice, radiating, insatiate. i
t old a girl yesterday that being alone today hurts just as much as it did the first.
g olden girl. champion daughter. icon, star, ideal, role model.
o f all the things i have been called and considered,
o f all the weight that a sighed "elyse" has been proven to hold, i still wonder if it can fit
e verybody loves me here. it's
n ot like i have anything to complain about!
u m. i mean, i
g uess i get lonely sometimes. but it's not like i need someone to feel
playing around with format and style here. please let me know what you think!
edit: after reading, read the first letter of each line going down.