.Of Double Yew Tee Eff.
Brad upgraded from Jennifer to Angelina.
That's fine.
All girls know it's okay when the boy upgrades.
We accept it (despite with a heavy heart).
Cos how can we possibly beat THAT, right?
But I'm sure as hell Angelina would feel like being punched in the fucking guts if Brad then downgrades to Selma Blair.
Or Kate Winslet.
(of a boring, frumpy, no style, crappy haired version. No disrespect to the 2 actresses here. Jussayin')
Punched in the fucking guts.
What is wrong? What else is short?
What more is missing?
You've made sure that both inside and outside are as perfect as you could possibly manage.
So WHAT ELSE?
The strive for near-perfection OBVIOUSLY does not have an effect.
It only comes with bigger disappointments.
Disappointments that unfortunately and sadly, make you question yourself.
Hayley wants to pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like, shooting stars.
So let's pretend.
Let's pretend they're shooting stars.
Let's pretend that you are fine.
Let's pretend that yes, you ARE laughing wholeheartedly. Happily.
Let's just fucking pretend.
But until when?
How long should pretense last?
You know it's not right when it keeps you up at night.
Even the drugs don't seem to work anymore.
So what do you do?
How do you release the toxins?
Just when you thought you can finally run again (admittedly, knowingly for a short while), you trip over a freaking rock.
Lo and behold, you find yourself proof testing your expensive waterproof liquid eyeliner. Yet again.
They say, C'est La Vie.
All you could think to yourself is WTF?
That's fine.
All girls know it's okay when the boy upgrades.
We accept it (despite with a heavy heart).
Cos how can we possibly beat THAT, right?
But I'm sure as hell Angelina would feel like being punched in the fucking guts if Brad then downgrades to Selma Blair.
Or Kate Winslet.
(of a boring, frumpy, no style, crappy haired version. No disrespect to the 2 actresses here. Jussayin')
Punched in the fucking guts.
What is wrong? What else is short?
What more is missing?
You've made sure that both inside and outside are as perfect as you could possibly manage.
So WHAT ELSE?
The strive for near-perfection OBVIOUSLY does not have an effect.
It only comes with bigger disappointments.
Disappointments that unfortunately and sadly, make you question yourself.
Hayley wants to pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like, shooting stars.
So let's pretend.
Let's pretend they're shooting stars.
Let's pretend that you are fine.
Let's pretend that yes, you ARE laughing wholeheartedly. Happily.
Let's just fucking pretend.
But until when?
How long should pretense last?
You know it's not right when it keeps you up at night.
Even the drugs don't seem to work anymore.
So what do you do?
How do you release the toxins?
Just when you thought you can finally run again (admittedly, knowingly for a short while), you trip over a freaking rock.
Lo and behold, you find yourself proof testing your expensive waterproof liquid eyeliner. Yet again.
They say, C'est La Vie.
All you could think to yourself is WTF?
I had nothing better to do at
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1 Comments:
Hi Ati...i've been reading your blog for few years nw & wish that one day u will overcome this feeling that grips you constantly..the person who cause u to feel this way is nt worth your time to think bout anymore...trust me gal u are a gorgeous gal in & out & will definitely meet her prince charming one day:)
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