what am I? ugh | tacit's Blog

 Its funny how one person can kill your mood. He doesn't even know he is doing it. With just a hello.. i wince in pain. I don't want to be reminded.. His face.. it disgusts me. Thats how this works for me though...  

I corrupted you. i made the monster that you are. A zombie craving.... Ugh, I hate myself now.  What am I? What have I become? I'm a whore without the glamour. 

When will i stop being weak.. I do not love you. you do not love me. I am truly an object. A thing to use and then toss.  there is no respect for me.  How coldly we set up an 'appointment'.  

Friends and strangers alike tell me i am like "Pretty Woman". Sure... minus being pretty, finding love, and getting money. Lets not even touch on the "woman" aspect. Seriously... What the Fuck is wrong with me?!?

I am going to screw up something good because of some idiot. Now i won't only be hurting myself... but another person who seems to maybe like me for 'me'. I am just awful.