apparently people can't keep their criticisms to themselves.
just wait for tomorrow, people. i'll show up in an edward scissorhands t-shirt with rips in the back and purple hair. let's add a great big rainbow sweater to that, shall we?
also, i don't f*cking care about the title.
just. don't. mention. it.
i'll recite the lord's prayer
a hundred times,
but it doesn't change
that there's people out there
who will scream at me because they feel like it.
what's your complaint now, huh?
i'm too fat,
i'm too loud,
i'm a goddamn girl?!
pull it together!
i have no interest in your opinions
if they are just going to be degrading
(as i write this, i look at the clock,
sighing as i 'waste' even more time)
i do schoolwork.
this is my life.
do you have a problem with that?
if you do,
fucking keep it to yourself.