sometimes i feel like this:

something happens, someone says something or whatever, and i instantly let all my beauty, all my intelligence, all my strenth, all my instincts, and all my worth disappear. it's all taken away by a happen or a said.

luckily that only lasts a few hours. i say fuck you to whatever brings me down and i put on eyeliner and go out. before it would last days, and i would end up in a puddle of sadness on my cold, cold bathroom floor with the door closed. cause it was quiet.

woah. think i am fucked up?

where is my fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck you eyeliner!?

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