i am so fucking ugly

he drops a box full of glass bottles and

they all break

and i wince with fake pain at him

and he fakes smiles and i keep walking

i go into the bathroom to check

if the guy who's been in the stall

for an hour is still alive

he doesn't answer, so i just open the stall

and ask if he's ok

he doesn't answer, so i ask again

and he says, "yeah"

he's really fucked up and can barely lift his head

i ask him if i should just leave him alone

and he moves his head slightly

so i leave

an hour later i go back to the bathroom

and he's gone

and i look at myself in the mirror after i pee

and realize how ugly i am

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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