I am a liar.
I hate a lot of things, even myself. I hate how I walk, how I speak, how I eat. I am a pessimist, and I can proudly say, I'm good at being one. It takes a lot of practice, you know. And everyday I strive to get better.
I keep a lot of things to myself. I curse people, or most of the time, I kill people in my head. I don't want to be judged, but I judge people so easily. I'm a shallow, stupid girl trying to look like a smart-ass each and everytime. I care far too much on what other people will say about me.
I am a pretender, a star in a field where no one sees the real deal. I'm so pretentious that no one ever knows or even bothers to know who I am.
And somewhere along the way, I lost myself.
It's hard to get back on track when you don't know exactly where you've left.
I am trying to believe that I'm slowly getting back.
But then, I'm a liar.
Posted December 3rd, 2011 at 05:52 PM in rant ::