|Current mood:|| gloomy|
|Current music:||buzz of computer|
Such an ugly thing. I hate when there is something I want, but I can't get it. I hate the fact that I'm alone, yet people are around. I hate that I'm selfish and arrogant. I hate that I am me.
How sad. What kind of existance do I live? How come I have this urge to fuck people? What is it that drives me to be so... horrid?
I want what you got, and I want it all. I want the perfect life, I want the perfect person to love me for me, as if I were perfect. But it won't happen, becuase hey. I suck.
Is it worth it?
I've asked that question many times, yet...
I have an answer, but nothing can justify it.