Alright...so, many of you who know me know that I don't take s**t from a lot of people. Many of you may also know that I don't take compliments very well. I tend to get pissed off...just because...I dunno...
But I'm sorry for acting like a b***h, because I know that I can be a big mega b***h queen. And I'm sorry for not taking in the compliments with pride that someone thinks that I'm pretty and it's not just me filling my head with thoughts that I am pretty because I have the desire to feel wanted and needed beautiful to others.
To those of you who have given my compliments, I thank you. And I'm sorry for not...handling those compliments as best I could. I never get compliments...ever. But now...I'm sort of being...bombarded by them and I'm not sure whether to thank you or get upset because I think you're saying it only to make me happy. But thank you. Thank you so, so much.
To get compliments feels weird because I feel like the people who give me compliments are the ones who I'm never going to get the chance to really...prove my beauty to. And all throughout my life, I've been the only one, other than family, that has thought that I was pretty. Highschool just changed so quickly with that. I guess you could say I'm kinda scared. For what reasons I don't know...
I dunno...maybe I'm just blabbering on and on about nothing...maybe I have a point...I don't know...
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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