pretty people don’t know the things i do
but i hold out small hope that i am
interesting enough to write about
i am all over the place
my nails are only fully painted for the ten minutes i can resist biting them
do you think i’m selfish or conceited because i write about myself a lot?
pretty people don’t know the things i do
today i walked to class without my headphones
& listened to the sounds the earth created
but nothing spoke to me
and i am almost certain that means something is wrong within my soul.
sophistikates 