I has angst.

For various reasons I am far too lazy to type out on my phone, I am experiencing a great deal of angst. Normally I would be all mysterious and poetic and probably bust out some kind of obscure pop culture reference, but seriously? Fuck and shit and piss and maybe even fuck ass cunt fart nipple shit whore.

I feel really, really unattractive. Actually, it’s a little more than that – I feel pointless. Like, why bother. Dressing up, wearing make up, trying to look cute – what’s the point? It’s just me under there, after all, and no one cares.

So, yeah. Angst. Anyone want to have a pity party? I’ll be the one in the unwashed sweats.

Wait, I don’t own sweats. I need to go buy some sweats. Ugly ones, to match how I feel.