Invisible Monstres

When you understand,” Brandy says, “that what you’re telling is just a story. It isn’t happening anymore. When you realize the story you’re telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan,” Brandy says, “then we’ll figure out who you’re going to be.”

Alfa’s just the latest in a year-long road trip of men obsessed with Brandy, and any smart woman knows a beautiful man is her best fashion accessory

Flash.
Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.
Flash.

"After they give you the tits, your nipples are cockeyed and way too high," she says, "they use a razor to shave the nipples off, and they relocate them.”

What I need to learn to do for myself. To write my own story.

Find what you're afraid of most and go live there.

I wish the whole world would embrace what it hates.

I don't want to be me anymore. I want to be happy

I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy

I'm tired of being me, hateful me.