It's March 24th
it's 10 at night, and I'm hungry
I'm hungry because I had been vomiting uncontrollably earlier (for unknown reason) and now my stomach is empty.
I don't want to eat, for fear the sickness will return
So instead I'm laying here hungry.
I'm thinking about eyes.
Specifically, eye colors.
I love brown eyes.
I love them so much.
I do not have brown eyes.
I have blue eyes, and I hate them. I genuinely fucking despise them.
Blue eyes piss me off beyond belief.
Very, very people look good with blue eyes; and most people with blue eyes would look better with brown eyes.
I hate that it forcibly identifies me as white. I know that's ridiculous, but it's true. I hate that I look like and Arian piece of shit
I would do literally anything to look a little more racially ambiguous. Literally anything.
I hate my ugly blue eyes they're so fucking weird
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My cat
PoesieI am sitting on my bed in my room on February 28th, 2015. My cat, tommy is sitting next to me. What happen now m8?
