I make the exception at times to purposefully appear cute, in an attempt to innocently impress others. But as of now, I mostly intend to dress in lazy clothing that quite frankly deserves to wear someone a lot cooler. I belong in this skin, and I would only be fooling myself if I said that I didn't. And with so little lack of faith in today's optimism, concerning love. I've decided by the usual common lack of sleep during these circumstances, and allowing the nature of my hair to freely grow out of control on it's own terms. Without any fashionably forced, social acceptances or standards involved. I know that... if someone were to somehow, if humanly possible, find beauty within my most true, ugliest human form, then I'll know being/exposing myself on that rare occasion, was all finally worth it...
You are also ugly if you love me. But don't worry, baby. I love the ugly within you. It reminds me I deserve to be treated this way. We could make each other feel comfortable within our own ugliness...
Let's be ugly together.
"I can't stand him. It's him again. But I am him. But then again... I know you don't want to answer your phone, but I'm combing up under this blanket, and I can't let go..."
- from the laptop of...
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