the blank expression that hides your face, the mask you show the world.
it's sad that you can't face the facts, you love another girl.
blahblahblah blah blah blahblah blah blah blah. BLAH!!!
sometimes i feel like my whole life is one giant complaint. i'm demanding, because i know what i want. nothing's ever good enough, because i have tasted perfection.
i feel like all i do is bitch about my love life and how awful it is. but, there is so much in the world that is more important. i want to make a difference with my life (how cheesey, but true) i want to help people. it drives me through every single day.
p.s. the title: i took a page out of cynical1inthecorner's book. i pulled on these ancient jeans this morning, they were more than a little snug, and that was my exact thought after i had buttoned them.