I do. Do I?

I’ve always said I don’t believe in faith because I don’t like the idea of not being my own life’s owner.
Nevertheless, sometimes I can’t believe some things happen because of my choices. They look way too planned and perfectly coordinated.
So I don’t know. And I am conscious I don’t.

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Faceless

Can I go back to the start?
Start it all over again.
Reset my life.
I’d change so many things about myself.
I’d just choose to look like what I know I like.
I’d do the same choices in what concerns friends because I learned a lot from all of them.
But Jesus fucking Christ I’d not choose to be Italian, to have my family and to live in a little town.
But most of all I’d be blonde.
That’s what matters.

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Bummer

A: Hey I have a friend you have to meet.

B: Sure! (I got all dressed up looking forward to meeting a hot guy)

A: So this is Amanda.

B: Hi new girl I don't care about because I like dick. You can leave now.

imagine it gay bummer

Ugly

Today I hate myself more than usual which means that in this moment I’d rather die than to live.
I hate my body and I want to change it all.
Why am I not blonde? Why I am not pale skinned?
The thought I will never be able to change these things drives me insane.
I wish I didn’t care but I can’t help it.
I want a perfect body.

imagine it perfect body i hate my body blonde