Inside

Sometimes I look at myself and wonder how someone like you could have possibly fallen in love with something that looks like me. It's lecture now but the boys behind me seem to be a little high on crack or something. It's a little funny and it's taking my mind off the current circumstances. It's funny how when I type on a keyboard my pinky(s) on both hands stand on their own, like I wouldn't be able to type properly without them sticking out like that. I concede that I am indeed the weirdest creature or girl like thing around.

But I do have feelings and sometimes, or maybe, most of the time, these feelings seem to be neglected. It could also be because I am constantly helping other people trample all over me. This girl named Nicole is a fat ugly cow, girl like thing.

I want to disappear into thin air. I want to lose another five kilograms. I want to have nicer hair. I want nicer fingers. I also want nicer people around me. Or maybe I'm just fated to be by myself.

Inside all of us is hope. but hope in itself is such a misleading mistake. It doesn't deserve to exist, and neither do I.