The Beautiful Letdown

I just realized why I’ve been so passive aggressive and insatiated and hormonal and a professional snapper lately,
I need to prove myself and I don’t know how.

I’m so filled with youthful fire and energy and unsaggy boobs and eyes which have the death stare down to an A+ and I’m wasting it being cooped up in this beautiful goth building with gargoyles for protection while I’m trapped in watching them out.

Inside out girl.

Which fucking retard chooses Arts with Math?!?

I mean Really.

*sighs*

I’m a self confessed math atheist.
No one seems to be taking religious views into account anymore.
Dammit.

Anyway, back to proving myself,
Aaaarghhh!!..why is it so hard for me to go with the flow? I know I will. I do.
So then why do I feel this constant need to pretend I’m different? (keyword: pretend)

Escapist?

Me?

Screw you.

In a world full of bitter pain
And bitter doubts
I was trying so hard to fit in
Fit in, until I found out

I don't belong here

We're still chasing our tails
In the rising sun
In our dark water planet still spinning
In a direction no one wins
No one's won.

See, I don't belong here

Or so I like to think.
Prove me right.

Please.