Progession?

"Listen up sweetie
We all know that you're a beautiful girl
In this horrible world
And this suggestion of horror
The portraits on the walls

Look at their eyes
They always seem to follow

Look at their eyes
They always seem to follow me

Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what's going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday's a bone palace ballet"

I just wanted to post those lyrics because I think they are amazing. That is from 'Is It Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?' by CHIODOS.

Well, I thought my life was progressing. But it fails to keep me satisfied. I'm without it again. It, meaning the actual life. I mean, usually I'm a happy person but I have terrible self-esteem and sometimes that's enough to bring me down again. For a while I was feeling so happy about my body. Oh no, I need new pants.

That causes me to look at myself in the dressing room mirror. Thus having me hate my body, once again. The only thing I can ever buy(clothing) is shirts, and even then it's hard. Because I have such gimorno (I'm larger than a C cup) boobs I have to buy larger shirts. Which sucks and makes me feel even worse.

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I need my gym membership so I can finally feel good about myself.

Right now I'm alone and lonely. Friends?

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This was my rant for the week.