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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Terrible blues

Chill pills wont fucking work for today. Mirrors never tell lies, and true enough- a much undeniably u-g-l-y reflection stood still and clear in the mirror as i checked myself this morning. Bad enough you already sabotaged the clinging self-esteem that has been constantly kept up effortlessly all this while. Would it hurt if you could just deceive me for once, O mirror? Why cant i be normal like the rest of you?! Sunblocks and creams, oh bother! Fuck hormones, fuck oil glands fuck everything, everythings not gonna change; i'm just wasting parents' bloody money and time.

Maybe i'm not just hypochondriacal, but i'm indeed a sick woman in reality.

Just leave me alone

p.s: maybe i'm born with it (there's no way i'm gonna type it out (i mean there's no need to mention, judging from the bloody face) 'cause if i do, that calls for a breakdown and sfjsadf. i couldnt accept the bloody fact, really. i just couldnt)
p.p.s: i refuse to make Mom cry again. i swear she's the one and ONLY soul who understands me fully. i love you , mom- i always do.
p.p.p.s: no, this phenomenon is certainly not a facade. for once, i'm not your average melodrama queen.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

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