I constantly switch between brimming with hope and feeling the deepest despair. Multiple times per day. I switch between feeling like a beautiful angel to feeling like the most disgusting subhuman on the planet. Because of the hope part (which I can't just rationalize away) I don't see myself ever roping.
I'm walking the streets now, saturday night, and I think about how I'm the loneliest person in this city. The ugliest manlet doesn't compare. They all mog me socially. They all have a friend. A family member. I have absolutely nothing. I just wish someone would go ER and take my head off, make the decision for me. It is literal torture having hope.
ALL the cute emo have collectively decided to step out with their boyfriends tonight, just to mog me. Their ugly ass boyfriends with dyed hair, nigga get a grip, how can you step out like that.
I'm walking the streets now, saturday night, and I think about how I'm the loneliest person in this city. The ugliest manlet doesn't compare. They all mog me socially. They all have a friend. A family member. I have absolutely nothing. I just wish someone would go ER and take my head off, make the decision for me. It is literal torture having hope.
ALL the cute emo have collectively decided to step out with their boyfriends tonight, just to mog me. Their ugly ass boyfriends with dyed hair, nigga get a grip, how can you step out like that.
