Written May 13, 2011
all i could think: i hope i looked skinny up there. and you’re telling me about honor and you’re telling me about failure and you’re telling me about how fucking great you think i am, just ‘cause i’m sitting here. but i’m only thinking, am i the skinniest one here? so why are you telling me how proud i should be of myself? can’t you see that i am still failing here, can’t you see that i’m going to lie again? what honor? only failure, not wanting to be fixed.