You Know...

I really hate it when people buy me clothes, or offer to buy me clothes, because they don't think I'm "fashionable" enough, or whatever. I know you THINK you're doing a nice thing by forcing all these "nice" clothes down my throat, but I actually find it incredibly humiliating and insulting.

You want to know why I wear jeans, t-shirts, and sweatshirts? I'm fucking ugly. I'm fucking fat. Covering myself with expensive, girly clothing isn't going to change that. Ever. Dressing me in fancy clothes and jewelry is like throwing some sparkly glitter on a pile of dog shit. Its still dog shit. Its always going to be dog shit. Now its just covered in glitter. The glitter does not hide the fact that it is, in fact, dog shit.

I'm dog shit. Stop throwing glitter on me.

Fuck. FUCK EVERYTHING.

I’m never talking to, or confiding anything, to anyone in this fucking family ever again. I’m never talking to anyone ever again. About anything. I can’t fucking trust in anyone anymore, and I’m tired of looking like the bad guy all the time. I don't needs friends, I don't need to be a part of this fucking family, I just need to pick up my fucking life and fix it all myself. I'm tired of people treating me like I'm some kind of monster and like everything I do is to make other people miserable. I'm tired of having all the blame put on me and having to take the fall for others. All the fucking time. I’m done. I’m fucking done with all of these people.