My back hurts. My head hurts. I feel like I might vomit. My life feels so boring no matter what my shrink says. I wish I was in 19someting movie. My scalp iches. I wish I was so nieve and care-less. Maybe I’m just very pessimistic. Where’s my gold ticket, and the green haired migits?
Where’s Cindy Lauper singing about my friends and having a adventure?
Where’s my duckie and my rich kid crush? And where is the alian I found in my back yard?
Where is the romance and the other friends I met in books? I don’t think I’m sad,mad..not even numb Just a little anoyed of myself.
It’s fine if you don’t like me, I don’t.
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Well, you can work on changing yourself. I don’t know if it’s that deep philosophical change but you can change a lot of how your mind works and how you behave. I don’t particularly like myself either. I’m trying to change myself into more of a cold calculating machine that can enjoy like but doesn’t get all f-ed up on the emotional crap. I don’t know it’s just an idea.