Worst Fairy Ever

Yeah, yeah I admit I’m really angry. Frustrated.

There’s something in my life that I wish to change, and that change will never happen. That is because that “something” is actually a “someone”. I already feel bad for wanting to change the person. I hate wanting to change a person. That would really hurt if the person knew.

I hate it when someone tries his best but still fails. Sometimes his best falls way too short, doesn’t make the cut, and then all you could do is feel sorry for him. It also hurts when someone asks me if I could lower my standards.

Dear someone,

I just think it’s unfair if you wouldn’t try to do the same for me.

I can’t stand it when someone doesn’t take all the words I say seriously.

Sometimes I wish I could find a better someone, but I don’t think it’s possible now that I’m head over heels in love.

It hurts to say this, but sometimes I feel ashamed of him. I don’t want to feel this way because he is a great guy. It’s just that…

He is sweet to me, but is also sweet to other people. Now what difference does that make? How does that make me look and feel special to him?

I’m ashamed because I can’t really brag about the things he does to me. Because he also probably does those things to everyone else.

Been trying not to feel this way, but it’s the first time I completely felt like… shit.

Let’s not make it sound like I’m on the same level of feeling like shit as most people. When I say I feel like shit, I mean literal shit. Poop. Dung. Human waste. Brown submarine. Everybody notices me (at least I believe they do). Everybody sees me, and when they do, they try to avoid me because I am disgusting and nobody would want to get involved with a dirty piece of shit like me. The only thing I appreciate about being like a piece of shit is that everyone cannot ignore me, not even when they want to. Because I am THE shit. Centre of attention anytime, anywhere. Infamous.

Now how can a piece of shit like me transform into glitter? I wish I knew.