Leak

I'm balling my eyes out right now. You always seem to know exactly how to hit the target.

I've kept everything inside for too long now. So long that even if I tried I couldn't get it out.

I hate the life we are forced to endure. Not one of us chose to be born. And nobody was given a choice as to who they'll be. Some say apearance doesn't matter. They're talking shit. If you look like Johnny Depp you're chances of a modelling career far exceed the chances acquired by Donald Trump. I'm not saying that a good bone structure guarantees happiness, but if I had the choice, I would choose Claire Forlani's bones.

My point is that when we are born we aren't given the choice as to what we will look like or become. I would've chosen to be a low maintenance, optimistic, sex addict. But that's not who I am and I'm not into pretences.

You know that I'm fragile. Especially this weekend. You know that I'm unstable. Always. You know this yet you thrive on pushing my buttons unnecessarily. The next time we go out I won't bother trying to look nice. I'll smuge fake tear stains down my cheeks and that way you'll get what you want to see and I won't have to go through this again.