[Wednesday 21 August / 11:04am] [ mood | empowered ] [ music | refused // new noise ] Yesterday at the game I hurt my knee again. I am very sick of doing that. I made this unbelievable mixtape for before games though. Holy shit. ( check it out. ) Also, I got to thinking last night. I hate the way that the American public is expected to function solely based on how other people perceive them. I hate the way everything is so influenced by outside opinions. I also hate the way girls are bombarded with images of beauty and expected to look exactly like that. Fuck all that. That's the reason I was unhappy.. because I'm not 110 pounds, I'm not the perfect image of beauty. And I'm fine with that. Because that's me. I think that's all a big joke. Maybe if I tell myself that enough, I will believe it. School. Will be horrible. Alienated everyone. Be exactly like me, think like I do, dress like I do, hate the world. Then you can talk to me. Otherwise, you're not angsty enough for me. Take your pretty face, your American Eagle, your superficiality and shove it up your ass. You'll learn. Or will I be the one who learns? ( dreamed again. ) 9 comments|post comment

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