l1

i'm so fucking tired of myself. it's like nothing could ever be like i would like it to be. they're all getting amazing, great looks and bright ideas. and they can do it, they actually do, and do you know why? 'cause they're so fucking special. oh, i'm tired of trying, but it looks like it's not my time. (yet, says me). but of course. the major problem is that it's never enough, and believe me, is not as beautiful as it seems.