and what are you really. do you REALLY think that's something you have any power over? i feel like i'm wrapped up in a fucking plastic bag. everything i glued to me and everything is sticky with my bodyfluids. but who the fuck cares really. it's not like im some famous whore whoring my way through life, getting money from every possible corner and just being pretty, convincingly or not. why the fuck should i give a damn when there's no freaking thing that i feel sorry for in this world, nor is there anything i really careabout, there are faces, countless amount of faces staring back at me every day, it's not like i make a difference, it's all the same. as i wish i could finally understand myself i find it quite impossible, believe it or not, i'd rather rot away than waste my life..
