Monday, June 11, 2012
I'm not really a good person and I don't want to pretend I am anymore. I'm prideful and I'm messy and I'm lonely and I'm angry and I'm lost. I have sick thoughts and mean thoughts and I feel like there are so many people that secretly hate me and it confuses me. I love myself... but I'm not sure who I am. I'm sick of pretending and being confused. I'm sick of men screwing me over. I'm sick of thinking every new person I fall in love with is gonna be the one who saves me, and I'm sick of falling in love. I just want to figure it all out and I can't and it makes me want to rip my skin off and set it on fire. I want to figure out what the hell I am doing with my art. I want to figure out what I really want with it. I know it makes me feel something. I want to get the hell out of this fucking town, get in my car and drive forever. I don't know what makes me happy anymore. I give everyone too much power in my life.