29 February 2012
I feel as if I'm disgusting, ugly, hated, and unable to fit in, they wish the could live my life. While I wish I could live hers. Everything's twisted, and all the grass is green, except the grass I walk on. Feeling like nothingness, wishing I was her. All the while they're wishing they were me, so in the end, I should be happy being me.
Grass Is Greener • Opuss № I