i just feel like like hell.
on days like this,
i just feel so self-conscious.
i see others, and just think to myself 'hey, i'm not pretty? i'm not pretty.'
on days like this,
i scoff at freedom, acceptance and justification. those are but myths in my life.
i know some may question me out of concern but i am a young adult with a sane mind, why can't i do what i want?
on days like this,
inconsideration angers and amazes me so much that i got indigestion.
i know i have my own bad qualities, but at least i try to be as considerate as possible.
on days like this,
i wonder why and how i place myself in situations where i don't benefit.
do it for the sake of others? yes, but how many of you are actually capable, and be happy of that?
on days like this,
i wish i was a fucking billionaire
or have the freedom, time and job to be one.
on days like this,
the only consolation is the sound of raindrops.
even so, it doesn't help much because,
on days like this,
i'm breaking down.
