Maybe I'm jealous that people can live life with such little regard for anyone else. I want to not care. I want to be apathetic and fuck and lust and not think. I'm disappointed, and it's not justified. I brought this upon myself.
The thought that someone would lie to me.. It's almost maddening. Is there some quality about me that makes people think that it's okay to lie to me? Is it the chewed at hangnails that make me not worthy of truth? Maybe it's the way I wear my hair, or that I'm underweight and can't help it no matter how much I eat.
I have toes that get so cold they burn. Knees I don't think to wash behind every time I shower. I'm self-conscience about every hair on my body. Cheeks that have had the softest, saddest tears roll so slowly down them that I couldn't help but to gasp without breath. I'm human, just like you. Why do I deserve to be lied to?
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