please send me a sane man.
if it's not too much to ask.

your consideration is greatly appreciated.

love,
brittney




dear brittney,

i have forwarded your request to fate.
good luck.

sincerely,
the world





dear world,

please tell fate to go fuck herself.
that was not sanity, and it was only barely a man.

with love,
brittney




dear brittney,

fate advises you to fuck yourself and suck it up.

regrets,
the world

P.S. she also advises you to be realistic and put your standards away.




dear world,

thank fate for me.
realism is good but
i think i'm done with the pair of you.
give the universe a kiss for me
and advise her that i'm leaving.

cheers,
brittney

It's nights like this that I wonder why I try.
I hope it was okay.
I wish more would have made it.
Am I a bad hostess?

I don't need people; I need people's approval.
I want to be lovable and worthy, I want to impress, to awe, to be adored -- by people that I can respect in return. I want to be eloquent, intelligent, graceful, charming, and talented.

My mother always told me that there was nothing a girl couldn't do if she tried. I never stop. Maybe I should. I probably can't.


Hello perfectionism, could you see my dearest sanity to the door?

you said it was weird because we were such good friends. i wanted to tell you: we are only such good friends because i love you, and if you crush my hopes, i will disappear.

but i love you, so i didn't.

i said i understood. i'm sorry.


i lied.


in other news: i would like to tell you how much you hurt me because i really don't think you fully understand. if you did would you still be doing it?

i don't give a fuck.

but the dumb slut ran away when she thought I was getting too happy to appreciate her. Stupid whore should have known: the world never lets me be happy for that long.

I look forward to her eventual, grudging return. Until then I apologize for all that I do and do not write.