"I'm in-, ​I'​m in-, I'm insuf​ferab​le,​ and if I got any coole​r I'd be untouchable,​ and then I'll write​ what you wanna​ hear about​ hatin​g yours​elf,​ and you liste​n,​ and liste​n,​ now you hate yours​elf,​ '​cause​ pity and self-​loath​ing are in this year,​ and passi​on is a fashi​on so get in this year,​ and we set the recor​d for conse​cutiv​e heart​break​,​ every​ jaw in the room bette​r drop,​ for gods sake,​ baby I'm gold,​ and you'​re my favor​ite silve​r medal​.​.​.​"
->You may call me Ree.
->I'm a contradiction of myself; Perfectly imperfect, and complexly simple. Life gets progressively more perplexing by the day for me, I don't know who to trust, where I belong, who I should be, or how I truly feel. Some call it "cynicism," I call it "losing faith in humanity." I escape through my dreams, they're my phantasmagoria. Even waking up has become a struggle; I'll roll out of bed at 10:30 and really wish that I hadn't, I try to fall back asleep. I'm not healthy, physically or mentally; I hate going to the doctor. I don't eat right and I carry excess emotional baggage. I let my emotions run rampant and my jealousy gets the best of me.
->The biggest thing that is keeping me alive right now is hope. The hope that my life will not be stagnant, and someday things will get better.... But then again, you can shit in one hand, and hope in another, and see which one gets full faster. [ Home | ADD | MESSAGE | PICTURES | COMMENT | BLOCK | 12k+]
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