InsaneJournal

Junior High

Weight Watchers.

Low-Carb.

Everyone is staring at me.

Eat nothing.

Brush my hair.

I'm hideous, can't you see?

My hypersensitivity

Far outweighs any apathy.

I'm here each day, the same as you,

But you are not the same as me.

One friend, one friend,

Let's threaten her,

Though, now she'll talk to us no more.

Cry yourself to sleep,

Because you're nothing,

Nothing but a bore.

It's really very hard,

Yes it's so hard, so hard to just ignore

The fact that no one loves me,

I'm alone,

And I'm a bore.

I'll kill myself, should I?

Should I?

Not in selfishness, but desperation.

How does one escape

Such a profound isolation?

Where does one so all alone

Find emotional insulation?

Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere.

It's a rather new sensation,

Unless it's just

The first time

I've had my eyes wide,

Not shut.

I'm anxious, depressed, and all alone.

That's that.

That's what.