My Monologue
Okay! I'm not angry i'm just really...... Forget it. No i said forget it. Your not worth talking to and my life is not for you to note down with your expensive pen and your smart note book in your massive office. How can I even speak to someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth, who went to medical school and made somthing of themself. And then there is me. Simple at times, jelous at times. I list things too much, in my head, all thats wrong with me, my hair, my weight, my glasses, my family, my friends, my lifestyle. Infact for the last four years my life has been a disapointing.....a disapointing. okay the best way to describe this is, when you buy a epic pair of converse, that you can't return and you would think that they would fit and that they would suit any situation but when they dont fit you that's the feeling i get when decribing my life. i tried squeezing my way into a relationship that just didnt fit, i tried forcing myself into a new flat, ...
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