Can you imagine a situation: I know I' m fat and ugly and all people keep on lying: 'You' re not!'. And again: 'I wish I could look like you! And be like you, you have such a fantastic life!'
Yessss. Fantastic life which contains solitude, emptyness and shyness.
I repeat like Amy Lee in 'Lithium' - What' s wrong with me? Eh, it doesn' t mean a lot.
That' s why I decided to make some changes on my dA. I deleted some old stupid sketches (gosh, they' re ugly, I really cannot draw...), photos of 'nature' (my photos are beautiful like devil' s ass ;/) and old stories or poetry. I think it' s better for me, I feel shame when I look at my gallery. And I think I' ll leave dA soon. Most literature competitions say that you cannot show your work on Internet...
Well, I am defeated. Please don' t write me comments like: 'OMG, next stupid emokid. Go and cut yourself!' (I tried, it doesn' t work.) I need calmness and maybe I' ll come back to the previous, better (?) Agata-version.











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Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
9 crimes
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Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
9 crimes
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Each time you click here, a truck hits a granny.
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Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
9 crimes
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say what you will, I am The Kill!
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say what you will, I am The Kill!
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Each time you click here, a truck hits a granny.
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