THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Dammit.
Just reading random stranger's diaries. How the hell do they make things come out so pretty??
I mean just when you feel aweful for not being able to make your own sentances sound like they weren't created by little more than primates, you read something like that.
And then you look around and feel even more inferior for sitting in your bedroom, eating cream eggs, drinking diet coke, and listening to prehistoric ska in your fucking pajamas.
I mean- Really.
Why am I such a goddamn failure?
I can't even SOUND pretty.