You know the whole shebang with the nerdy ones from Toronto: she watches anime, follows tv shows. Reads books, so y’know, has the whole vocabulary thing going on. Maybe entertains a little fascination with city life and tattoos.
Shhh, lets leave her in her natural environment.
Shhh, lets leave her in her natural environment.
Messed.
Fact: I’ve never hated myself before & I’ve never wanted to hurt myself. And because of this I constantly feel guilty, which is pretty messed up if you ask me. Sometimes I wonder why I deserve to not feel like this while other people are facing a daily struggle. If I justify it by saying I have too much self respect for that or that I’m just strong emotionally, I feel like a bitch.
Also, I feel like because of this, I’m too not-messed-up to be interesting. Maybe that makes me my own kind of messed up. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
