A lack of color
hello there it's late and i cannot sleep.. again.
firstly, i am very fed up with the male species. i think all of my guy friends are really disgusting and they should all have a reality check, get some plastic surgery and check themselves into life rehab. i cannot stand desperate fools. like dont tell me what car you're planning to buy next and how you need it just to drive 100 metres to work. what are you trying to prove? that you're rich? ok whatever good for you that you're rich, but you're so fucking ugly and short so it makes no difference. also, dont tell me how you're going to xx country to play poker to win millions of dollars because it's so fucking unbelievable and no one is gonna believe you.. except me. that's only cos i pretended to be fascinated just to stroke your big fat ego. like fuck off you fat piece of glob.. who cares if you're good at poker? you're fat so it makes no difference.
secondly, i think i am very vain. and i dress up all the time when i go out.. not cos i want to get guys, or get groped in clubs.. but i just want to feel accepted. i am still under the (superficial) impression that acquaintances only want to acknowledge you as their friends if you look good. that's why, i try really really hard. i dont feel that complimented when people tell me i'm pretty, because the first thought that comes to my mind is "duh, i try really really really hard, wait til you see me without make up." hence, my point is.. there is no such thing as ugly ppl.. only lazy ones. (paraphrasing coco chanel's words)
this leads to my third point. i'll be going for freshman camp soon and i'm not worried about dirty toilets, bad sleep or lame games. i am worried about not being able to wear make up! who is going to accept me for what my original face looks like??? i am sad and pertubed.
lately, i dont even know why i'm still together with kawai. no one should ever be allowed to be treated the way i treat him. maybe i was secretly hoping his parents would deem me a useless pig and force him to break up with me. i dont need a boyfriend... i just need a lot of money to go on nice holidays (life rehab), buy myself nice things and five star chicken rice.
i am definitely pms-ing.
firstly, i am very fed up with the male species. i think all of my guy friends are really disgusting and they should all have a reality check, get some plastic surgery and check themselves into life rehab. i cannot stand desperate fools. like dont tell me what car you're planning to buy next and how you need it just to drive 100 metres to work. what are you trying to prove? that you're rich? ok whatever good for you that you're rich, but you're so fucking ugly and short so it makes no difference. also, dont tell me how you're going to xx country to play poker to win millions of dollars because it's so fucking unbelievable and no one is gonna believe you.. except me. that's only cos i pretended to be fascinated just to stroke your big fat ego. like fuck off you fat piece of glob.. who cares if you're good at poker? you're fat so it makes no difference.
secondly, i think i am very vain. and i dress up all the time when i go out.. not cos i want to get guys, or get groped in clubs.. but i just want to feel accepted. i am still under the (superficial) impression that acquaintances only want to acknowledge you as their friends if you look good. that's why, i try really really hard. i dont feel that complimented when people tell me i'm pretty, because the first thought that comes to my mind is "duh, i try really really really hard, wait til you see me without make up." hence, my point is.. there is no such thing as ugly ppl.. only lazy ones. (paraphrasing coco chanel's words)
this leads to my third point. i'll be going for freshman camp soon and i'm not worried about dirty toilets, bad sleep or lame games. i am worried about not being able to wear make up! who is going to accept me for what my original face looks like??? i am sad and pertubed.
lately, i dont even know why i'm still together with kawai. no one should ever be allowed to be treated the way i treat him. maybe i was secretly hoping his parents would deem me a useless pig and force him to break up with me. i dont need a boyfriend... i just need a lot of money to go on nice holidays (life rehab), buy myself nice things and five star chicken rice.
i am definitely pms-ing.
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