fuck you, title

Vague.
Undetermined.
Bullshit.

Iamsopissedthatyouaren’taroundanymore.
IamsopissedthatIhavebeentryingtobesopatient.
Iamsopissedthat there are sooo many fucking fences.

give up.
it’s time to give in.

I
DO NOT
UNDERSTAND
WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO TO ME.

Why are you trying to do anything at all?

This is the effect.
Why won’t you pay more attention to me?

I am totally annoyed with everything again.
Barbed wire wasn’t good enough.
Thank god we figured out razor wire.

WHY CAN’T YOU ASSHOLES SEE THAT NONE OF THIS IS FUCKING REAL?
IT"S NOT FUCKING REAL.
IT"S ALL FUCKING FAKE.

a e s t h e t i c s

paint the rotted flesh and make it pretty again.
It’s still decaying under there.

Tomorrow I think I will go apply for every job I can find.
I will visit the beauty counter and let plastic women teach me how to be beautiful.
Tomorrow I think I will only eat salad.
I think I will try to loose all the real feminine features with a self imposed famine
and then attempt to make up for them by learning how to fix my hair pretty
and paint on the face of true beauty.
I need to go shopping.
I must edit my wardrobe. No more comfortable things.
All my pants must be skin tight.
All my shirts must be cleavage baring.
Sneakers? Pfft. Not unless they are those cute little wedge sneaker things.
Oh except for the ones that I wear to work out.
But I have to make sure my workout clothes are still sexy as hell.
Short ass shorts, sports bra, matching sneakers.
Everything has to be color coordinated.
Pink sports bra, white shorts with pink stripe, white shoes with pink laces.

No I know.
You think that is hot as fuck.
You fucking idiots.
Stop being so fucking stupid.
I fucking hate everything right now.
I fucking hate everyone right now.
I fucking hate.