Pumpkin
Weak.
So far I've been in England for a total of three days and I've been called a 'bloody yank' nearly five times. 'Different place same shit' has never fit better. The last insult I heard (I don't know what exactly it was or what it meant for I couldn't understand the man but due to all the laughing I assumed that it was an insult) really ticked me off. I'm sick of this bullshit. No matter where I go or what I do I get picked on. What pisses me off the most is that all I do is mind my own business. Scooby Doo says more than I do. I'm a door mat and it's all I'll ever be.
Seeing red puffy glass eyes gaze back at me in the mirror finally sets me off. I'm done with being weak. The kids I grew up with wont even recognize me when I'm done. Without even thinking I grab the scissors and my hair. It's about time I become someone else.
Seeing red puffy glass eyes gaze back at me in the mirror finally sets me off. I'm done with being weak. The kids I grew up with wont even recognize me when I'm done. Without even thinking I grab the scissors and my hair. It's about time I become someone else.