Dive from this platform of aesthetic beauty and into a pool of the ugliness that survives within all of us. Every smile, every glint in our eye is made possible through sadness. A lament to the gods of willpower, 'cause we have none, and we never will, and we'll die trying, 'cause it's just that inconceivable, it's just that out-of-our-reach. We'll never have full control of ourselves 'cause we'll always be too fat, too ugly, too something. We'll amount to what we don't want to , but that's just fine in the long run. As long as I'm thin|pretty|popular now, the rest is unimportant. 'Cause we're living in the present, and the present is a pretty shitty place to be.
Everything seems uglier when you're sad. Maybe this is why everything's so fucked in your hollow eyes.
Hollow, shallow stares when you claim to be deep, and you lie that the physical means nothing to you.
Liar, and I know you are, 'cause we're living in the present, and the present doesn't allow sincerity.