Self evaluative shit. Maybe.

Recently I've noticed that I waste so much time. And that I especially waste time doing things I despise. Such as, messing around with my hair in the morning, and then slapping on all the make-up. Then perfecting the make-up, then more messing around with my hair. Then ages trying to decide what to wear. Numerous outfits come off and on.
And... after all that faffing, I'm rarely happy with the result.
And I'm the kinda girl who hates conformity, and all this peer pressure shit, and I'd like to take a piss on models, blah blah blah, yet I still go to such fucking lengths to try to get this 'image' I think is okay.

What a pile of shit.

Deeds...

.. realised today that she probably can't forgive you. That she will never understand why you did it, why you lied, and why you thought you could just walk all over me like that. There will always be a part of me filled with hate for that.
And even though it was your choice, your actions, your lies that ruined us, I will always blame myself, and believe we could've worked if I had been better.

I gave you everything I fucking had. Yet all you did was throw it back in my face and treat me like shit; a thought that just came to me today.

Can I forgive you? Maybe I still hate you for this.