Bones.

Confession.

I could do this for you. I am a self centered bitch that constantly dictates everyone else’s life because i don’t have control of my own. I wallow in self pity and isolate myself because of my difficulties connecting with anyone since i am convinced that i am far from anyone’s expectations. I pretend i feel and give a shit, in reality i hate myself too much to fathom any feelings other than hate. I live on my past and piss around about all the shit i should of said and done even though we both know i don’t have the guts to finish anything i start. I portray i have feelings, though in reality i’m heartless and enjoy peeling away people skin like layers by manipulating them. I feel better when they hurt, i like to show them how they make me feel. When i don’t get my way, i’ll eat them alive. I am a monster and always will be. I am lonely and apathetic, although, it is all my fault because i’m such a shitty person. I guess you can say, i try way to hard for nothing. I can’t even figure shit out what i want or who i want to be. 

I self identify with my best friend, since that is the only reason why people talk to me. Every waking day, i wish i was her. I equal nothing compared to her soul.