isnt it pathetic? isnt it ridiculous? i crave your attention, your affection, your validation. like it is the only thing that matters and ever will matter. but then you love me. you shower me with affection. you put me first. except.. why am i miserable? if you dont compliment me, i feel misrable. if you do, i accuse you and attack you like you hate me. we all know why. its because, you cant stack nice things on a broken shelf. it doesnt deserve the nice things, it thinks. so it thinks everyone is pitying it. what a pathetic miserable loser. with neither the looks or the personility, it thinks to itself. its whole life, followed and tried to be like every other shelf. but it cant, because its not the other shelves. so it just crumbles.. and is a wreck.
