frankmask

I threw a party. No body came. It's just been one of those lifetimes.



I wish people would hate me, so that I could feel unjustly wounded and take comfort in the injustice of my persecution.

Everyone loves me.

I wish I was ugly, so I could find solice in the contempt in which I was held by society.

I am beautiful.

I wish I was stupid, so that I could retreat into my stupidity.

I am a genius.

I wish I was evil, so that I could revel in my failures.

I am good.

I wish I knew of a reason why I fail at everything I do.

Instead I am left to wonder.