dontletthecrazygirl

Ha,  I wonder when would I finally be perfect, when would I finally not be judged for every single thing I do, I am tired of life, life is meaningless for me sometimes, I have no perfect body nor perfect personality. I lack at beauty, I lack at charisma, I lack at that perfect body every other girl has. My figure is not what I like, I am fat. People have always told me I am perfect cuz I have the curves every guy wants but I wamt to be happy with myself. I see girls working out, having boyfriends, not been afraid to show their body when I know I should be because its unperfect. I have someone, the love of my life who tells me I am perfectly

   Drip, drop, drip...   Rain fell softly as I walked my way through these mean streets. People walk past me, purposely crossing the street to avoid me. You'd think I'd be offended, but I've gotten used to it. Mothers snatching their children up, men yelling for me to get lost, having to constantly run for my life; it's not the best, but it's my life. I've known for the last two years the sad truth of my existence. I am an outcast; I am a monster; I...am a wolf.    But sometimes, when a sweet child mistakes me for a dog and happily pets me right before their parents rip them away from my clutches, I wish I was a dog. Hell, I even wish I wa

Caution: Swearing and Violence Read the rest of the People Like You series before this one (People Like You, Temporary Bliss, and The High Road) You bent over once more, emptying the final remains of your bagel and coffee into the toilet at work. God, you hoped no one else was in here. You had been getting sick more and more over the back two months, and even more so since you had somewhat reconciled with your…boyfriend? No, that term was too formal and there wasn’t much of a romantic aspect to your relationship. Fuck buddy? That didn’t fit either; you had an emotional connection with him…but not one strong enough t