Funny, isn't it. No matter what we are offered, we would start to whine and mop on about misery, the very moment we find something wrong.
As for me just want to laugh out loudly while saying how much I can such an ungrateful little curd bitch who won't amount to anything, just nothing but garbage.
No matter how many times I ask, no one will give me a straight answer despite me being blunt to them myself. Then again, even if I were to hear the truth I would just stand there silently like a doll, self-pitying myself. How ugly. It makes me sick to be even alive. Just how much do I desire to be pitied by others!? I hate it so much, I despise being pitied and still I want to be.
Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly.... I am ugly. I wish I could die, to be forgotten forever to no longer feel the pain of being alive anymore. Laugh all you want of how idiotic this seems to be, but I just can't ignore what goes on my head. At least when I die, I won't need to worry about anything else anymore.
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