Not A Soul Understands Me, And Thats The Best Part

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”

Nobody has ever left me just once. They always come back to see how their absence dulled the vibrance in my eyes before disappearing again.

In math class they will give you scenarios like ‘You have to be in Seattle by 5:15 PM and you are at the train station. You are 293 miles away and the train will maintain a speed of 55mph. Should you leave at 9 AM, 12:30 PM or 3 PM?’ but they don’t tell you that before you buy that ticket you’ll be so exhausted from working 65 hours a week to afford this trip that you’ll probably end up over sleeping and missing it anyway and now you’re so anxious that you had to go to the doctor and pay out $118.00 for a bottle of pills to keep you focused enough to keep working non-stop to afford the health insurance that doesn’t pay for anything and when you’re lying in your bed alone at the end of the nite it wouldn’t have mattered if you would bought the ticket for the train that left at 9 AM, 12:30 PM, or 3 PM because all you could think about was jumping in front of the first one that sped by.