Oh how I love the fact that when you say you don't care, you basically just make all your spare time a session to talk about me to every Tom, Dick and Harry that passes you by. Your pathetic. Making up lies about me only wastes everyone else's time and shows that your a little coward. You think you own the place with your hat to the side and the way you strut like a fuckwit, you only look like a dick. I'm utterly sorry that you have to live as you, because I probably would have died if I had to live as you, even for a day. Maybe if you lash out at your face with scissors it might make you look better. Also the terminology of "lashing" is slicing at someone with a sharp object. Get your english right you dickmotherfucker(:
I've also realised that you absolutely cannot rely on anyone else to stick up for you. Your best friend, your boyfriend, not even your family. You're stuck on you own, and when worst comes to worst, no ones gunna have your back. By the time you wait for someone to stick up for you, you'd have died of old age. I realised I waste my time waiting for you to stand up for me, I may as well just sit and watch grass grow. I've noticed I must do everything on my own, no matter how much you say you're there for me, when it really matters, no one is there at all.
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.