Sometimes you see something atrocious and you just laugh.
Its like the world played some prank on you and you're getting front row tickets to see it all.
At first I didn't believe the message when it came to me. I know some of it isn't quite true, just true to what she thinks of me... Which apparently isn't appealing whatsoever.
But I don't find myself that abhor-able. If I did I would likely have tried something by now. Likely I would need to get drunk... be a different person for a while than this vile body I am.
But why do you laugh when it isn't fun?
I feel as if...
We laugh when we don't know what else to do.
After all... what else could I have done?
stay beautiful
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