Vanity is a cry for attention

Dear Future Boy/Girl friend (keeping options open, stfu! Haha, I kid, I kid.)

Sometimes I wish the future would come sooner. Then maybe, just maybe, my days could turn out better. Had a horrible day. To start with, I only had 3 hours of sleep because I had to do a project and an outline (which I know I should've done ages ago, thankyouverymuch) and then I had no appetite whatsoever. No shut-eye and no food makes for a sad me, fyi.

Things didn't turn out any better at my pathetic excuse for a school because of my classmates. I just wanted to set their little heads on fire. Do you have psychotic, homicidal tendencies, too? Please e-mail me about it if you do. There's still so many things I want to know about you.

I know you want me to elaborate as to why I felt such an urge to come over to the dark side, but I am afraid explaining would take too long. Over time, I have come to shorten my little talks, as I have noticed that I tend to bore and/or annoy people. Just one of many things you love about me. Not.

Love,
me

P.S.
Oh and another reason why I'm so pissed off is because of how idiotic I act around this guy I like. As in like like. I'm just trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter hoiw stupid I am because he doesn't really notice me anyway. It's not helping.

Do you see how LAME this is becoming? You better be worth the wait and all this heart ache. Seriously. Or as I like to say it, SRSLY. ;)

P.P.S.
Please never tell me you love me because I'm beautiful. Every time I hear that, I feel like stabbing someone repeatedly with a blunt and rusty knife. I hate being lied to. I don't appreciate it when people see nothing more than who they think I am and when they can't see that no matter how full of myself I seem to be, at the end of the day, there is no way I can hate myself anymore than I do. So if you know what's good for you, stop fooling yourself. I am ugly and I am flawed. If you're going to love me, love the fact that I am never going to be the face of any self-respecting magazine and that I will probably get more cellulite than your mother in around twenty years from now because that's who I am. Baw.