• Monday's are the hardest They're always so abrupt Immediately, 3 less hours of sleep Immediately, back to the grind I wish i needed a break, but i honestly don't anymore I'm strangely okay with these 18 hour days with this fast paced rush it gives me less time to procrastinate more time to get down and focus I hate when I act like a bitch in front of people i hate when other girls hit my hot button just mention the rebeccas and i'm one of them just piss me off the timiest bit, just call one of them nice, and i'm off on a ride I can't keep quiet, can't swallow it down these feelings, this payback, just have to explode all the ways the hurt me, all the scars and used up places, they have to fight back no one realizes this isn't me, i don't have that same motivation it's just i need to help others grasp just how horrible people can be, of course me included Maybe if i was prettier, maybe if i never had days where i felt so crap, then maybe i wouldn't feel like i had to be so cruel to compensate I doubt it though, why would just that little bit make a difference? "If she gets nowhere in life, atleast she knows she's pretty" I'm the girl in straw dog I'm thinking i can fly, and i might but no ones bleeding for me anyhow

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