i want to get an inner lip tattoo
preferably this week.
probably, “You have just been poisoned.”
but i’m afraid that won’t fit. maybe i’ll just get, “You’ve been poisoned.”
or if that’s still too big, “EAT ME” accompanied by skull and cross bones.
gonna call around for artists and estimates tomorrow.
If being honest makes me Queen Bitch I’ll go get my crown.
You all need to stop feeling sorry for youselves. If you don’t like your life do something about it.
Lonely? Prince Charming’s not going to appear out of nowhere with a diamond ring.
Think you’re fat? Your weight’s not going to magically go down.
Hate your reflection? The magical Surgery Fairy won’t sprinkle beauty-dust over your face while you sleep.
No friends? Strangers aren’t suddenly about to suddenly find your demeanor charming.
Stop. Look at your life.
Everything wrong with you is your own fault.
Lonely? Stop staring and start talking. Ask someone out for coffee.
Think you’re fat? Do some exercise. Talk to a doctor. Work on your body.
Hate your reflection? We live in the 20th century. Get a makeover. Be hygienic. Buy new clothes. The options are endless. Determined that you’re truly the ugliest thing alive? Save for surgery. Now.
No friends? Initiate something for once in your life. Be friendly. Be the first to call. The first to text. The first to message. Stop waiting.
