So long. I dont even know where to start. I've spent my whole weekend alone. The more i sit here. The more i can feel my face screwing up. Seeing those photos has put me in a weird mood. I still get nothing. Probably less than i did back then. I was repulsive. Theres too many mirrors in the shop i work in. Hate It! And I hate how everyone walks past and drives past. What else gets to. I walked around with a fucking shaved head with white and pink in it, was a big fat raging lezzer. But yet now I get stared at. And dirty looks. Need? I really wish someone would come along. And notice how much i've changed, notice how much more im going to change. And think to theirselves "oh better catch her before i'm too late" pfft I could only wish. Im sitting here slouched on my bed with all of tonights shit round me. 2 salads. Love it. Hate how they are expensive though. Pfft. I also hae how you get everything i want. & i know for sure. That im hardly going to see you anymore. cause of my work. dont worry it will give yous more time to have personal jokes etc. fuck up. brand new isnt helping my mood for once. And i dont know why this just came on but it did.
fucking mess.
