Smouldering Fires, 1925. Dir. Clarence Brown.
Ever Have Those Days;
Where you just want to stare in the mirror and cry because the ugly person staring back at you isn’t who you thought you were ?
Because it’s a lie ?
In Public;
It’s absurd.
Crazy really.
I mean, it’s totally, legit, 100% fictitious.
Doesn’t mean anything at all.
But it’s when I’m all alone,
Lying awake at night,
That it does seem to a little more.
Oh;
And I’m over that kid now.
I’ve decided that liking a:
Slightly alcoholic,
Bisexual,
Pyromanic,
Slightly schizophrenic,
Person isn’t really smart…
Ohwell
That Awkward Moment;
When you feel like you should write this down or remember it,
Know you HAVE to write then down or remember it,
But you can’t.
At all.
I Hate How;
That even though I’m fat,
(No denying this, it’s true,)
I still feel so accomplished when I don’t eat much.
I don’t have an eating disorder or anything,
(It would probably be an OVER-eating disorder anyways,)
But I always feel like I win a little on the inside.
It’s confusing :/
But I’m kinda glad that I have a lot to lose,
That way when I accidentally do this,
No one notices.




