staple my forehead

hi i'm angry, i listen to angry music and wear crappy clothes and my hair is unbrushed but it still changes colors. today i feel angry, yesterday i felt angry, and i'd bet my last penny that tomorrow i will be angry, because i'm a selfish, paranoid little girl who wants nothing more than to avenge her good name and forgot how to smile. two observers will clash if there isn't a conspiracy, but i wonder if he knows how pathetic he is, that i, of all people, see what he sees. oh yeah, i also overreact and exaggerate, but all in good fun, i suppose, or maybe it's because i'm too hateful to let in the lighter emotions, i have a terrible laugh i'm embarrassed to use, and overall i'm a cold-hearted bitch. tralala, ok, wasn't this enlightening.