Fuck society. 

If you want to impress me, you have to surprise me. You have to do the last thing that I would ever expect you to do, and then keep doing that everyday.

Envy is not green but
something perhaps a little more sickening to me than chartreuse and a spoiled ego. Envy is when I see boys walking by, looking down at myself again, I see my curves 
and I hate them.

This isn't my main account, it's just an account I use for stuff

I have no idea how to explain myself, so I leave you at that.