ChronicScabPicker

I think... I'm alright. Got my shit back togther. You ain't taking me down. I know who I am, all the way through, the good, the bad, the ugly. I am an arrogant, angry, fierce, stubborn tart. I am strong, no matter what said or thought you knew about me. If you were too blind to see the goodness and compassion in me than it's your loss. I own all my own mistakes. I don't owe anyone anything. I know who I am and I am gonna take the world by storm. I've got my teeth and my heart and my pride. I will be just fine on my own. And if you snort and shake your head and think you know better, this is my big fat middle finger in your face. FORTUNE

I feel like there is a little ball of death in me. I feel closed to the world; there is nothing I care about or am passionate about anymore. I don't have anything in me that I want to give anyone. A month ago I was clawing at my surrondings, jaded and restless. I wanted love, sex, adventure, change. Now I just... complete crystalization of emotions. Stalled in mid air. Zombified. I have been forsaken by everyone I loved. I know that sounds ridiculous and pretentious (I thought I got over my emo phase when I was like, sixteen) but it's true. All the people I cared about, who I swept into my heart, who I cradled and nuzzled, I gave them every

So after everything this is it? Really? THIS IS IT??? Well fuck you. Fuck you. FUCK. YOU. Fuck you.