Sometimes my downright stubbornness gets to me, and sucks me to hell.

Sometimes I wonder what the hell - or rather who the hell - I am fighting for/against.

To prove a point? To prove myself? To prove them wrong?

To get a kick out of knowing I can do it, but at the expense of everything?


I think how all these enthusiasm/optimism/passion dissolves within one day proves a point, au contraire.

Why bite off more than you can chew, ms try-to-act-tough?

It's the same whole viscious cycle, my dear

Why do you never learn?

*throws hands up in air*

miffed,
belle

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izzy the grouch


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