Dear You. Yes YOU, reading this. I am sorry, deeply within my heart of mine, that I cannot and will never be able to bring some happiness your way. I'm sorry I am not right and unfit for any size and that my still face is mistaken for anger. For that my smile seems unreal and that no matter what I do it is not ever good enough or at least worth some effort of action. I am sorry that the things I do are misunderstood, and that who I am will never reach a level of common sense, affection, some act of right, and/or your level of normal. I am sorry that I, Victoria Lovely, am nothing more but a failed, disrespectful, embarrassing, rude, bitchy, pissy, attitudish, wrong, ugly, immature, stupid, selfish, sister, daughter, friend, cousin, stranger, associate, student, girl-like individual.
For that, I rid of my existence from your blissful eyes, ears, mouth, structure and, soul.
I can and will never be a good individual.
NOT EVER.
For that, I rid of my existence from your blissful eyes, ears, mouth, structure and, soul.
I can and will never be a good individual.
NOT EVER.
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