I'm on an emotional high right now, yet I still feel horrible. I actually feel insane, but I'm so hyper it's unbelievable. And I think I've finally been set straight about being attractive. I've finally learned that there are some guys who respect women for their opinions, feelings, and personality, rather than their thighs, breasts, asses, and faces. And that is totally relieving. I feel so giddy it's unbelievable. I'm actually smiling. A demented, insane, fun smile. My eyes aren't clouded with tears for once. I CAN SEE! Oh, and my new hobbie is mind-fucking people. Who needs sex when you can fuck with a person's mind? The rush of that is much more exciting... or at least I think so. Not only that, but I've finally realized that I don't have to be beautiful to woo a man. I have personality, and personality is what it takes. I have more personality than any blonde haired, blue eyed, silicon bitch will ever have, and that's a fact, and that's all anyone needs to know. Part of the big thing about being sexy is trying not to be sexy. Most people who are sexy don't even know they are. When a person knows they're sexy and they flaunt it, it's just another form of blatant arrogancy. I'm sorry that all sorts of young girls feel the need to have huge tits, good-looking thighs, a perfect figure, and a little brain. The fact is, is that I'm completely and totally happy with who I am, and no one can ever change that now. So there. HA! In your face! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you! I'm out.
"Bow down to me." -Garbage.
"I feel so mean, I feel in between, because I'm about to give you away..." -No Doubt.
"Look in my face, stare in my soul." -Disturbed.
"You know the day destroys the night, the night divides the day... try to run, try to hide, break on through to the other side." -The Doors.