I'm cranky. I'm fed up. I'm disgusted (with myself). I'm almost so angry/dissapointed I could cry. My hair is icky. My skin is ohmygodon'teventhinkaboutit horrible. I haven't laughed in days. I miss how things were before.
I don't want to be the doormat. But I don't want things to get screwed up too.
There's no point in explaining it here because nobody would understand anyway.
Gosh, I need to eat a boy.
I don't want to be the doormat. But I don't want things to get screwed up too.
There's no point in explaining it here because nobody would understand anyway.
Gosh, I need to eat a boy.
