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|greenpixiestix (profile) wrote, |
on 9-18-2004 at 1:28am
|Music: The Killing Tree - Them's Fightin' Words
Subject: we count the years on circles under our eyes
|This song is so damn relentless.
You don't know what it's like to be me until you're huddled in the corner of your room, biting your lip to suppress screams, waiting for the tirade and blows to subside.
This past month, I've run into people who I haven't seen since high school, and they're like, "You look so different. You're pretty." Hurray for not being the ugly girl anymore. I have pretty hair now, I use nail polish and eye liner... and I still feel ugly. I'm so sick of this. Why do I even bother? It won't change the messed up girl I am inside. It's a mask for me. Don't look into my eyes, but stare at the angry charcoal lines around 'em. Dude. I hate it, and it's become a part of me.
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