Suicide Notes # 2
Dear Life,
I fucking hate it here. All they seem to do is criticize me, yell at me for not doing this or that right. If I don’t smile they demand I tell them…, “I’m sorry I don’t have a botox face.” They treat me like I’m stupid and an outcast, like I don’t deserve to be here at all. They tell me they “love” me…, I may be slow but I’m not that fucking stupid.
Sincerely,
Botox for life
