Point out my flaws. Make me uncomfortable. Make me regret being the way I am. I want someone to tell me how the way I have my hair is ugly, how my poofy hair really is as awful as I want. How my tapping habits are annoying. How I'm too weak. How I'm too close minded. How the way I smile is crooked. How my eyes squint when I look at people a certain way. How my laugh is unattractive. How I'm too loud. How I walk is off. How I slouch. I want the bad. I don't see any good anymore. I don't want to. People try and make me see it, and it makes me more self conscious. I want to hear things I already know, because I've been told them before. I don't want more things to bloom. I don't want more things to pop up. Like " your hair looks really good today" which, translates to " your hair looks bad..." I want the harsh truth that I've known. I'm not used to compliments. I hate them. They are all lies. I wish people said what they really meant. I'm sick of kindness. Why don't people see I don't want it? I don't! I deserve to be hurt, it's what I want. I want the harsh cold fucking truth.
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Everyday Thoughts. Collection of writings and poems.
RandomThis is a compilation of stories too short to be their own, and free verse poems. I write each part while inspired by my current emotion, or something that may have recently happened. So know that all of these come from my heart, or my over active i...
