Freakshow

When did everything become so freakin' messed up?
And I'd choose crayons over perfume any day of the week... But I'm not really given that choice, am I?
And when did I turn into a doormat?
And I guess this is one of those seasons in life when you just have to close your eyes and wait for it to be over. But all the uncertainty is killing me. And life became way too complicated... I mean I've heard people are mean and hypocrites... But now I can actually feel the bitter back-stabbing reality of this statement.
And yes, like I said... I never imagined being here. When you dream of your future you always imagine it beautiful, exciting, full of opportunities and real-caring people... And this is not how I imagined it. Can't say I don't deserve all this but still... I just didn't imagine it this way.
And I'm so angry that I can't even be hurt. I wish I could line up all these people and scream to their faces how much I hate them. And I'm looking forward to getting away from this place, this god-forsaken place.