Due to social correctness, the phrase “I wish I was pretty” has been denounced. Their claim is that this phrase can scathe people, even cause them harm. Everyone needs to feel beautiful, they say. But if everyone is beautiful wouldn’t that mean we would all look the same? There are those who tell us that we are pretty in our own way, but what if I wish that I was just simply pretty, nothing added after that. Instead, and only because of social implication, I have decided to now say that, “I wish I was prettier“—since they say we were all pretty to begin with.
I hope you have a wonderful new year, full of endless nights of not knowing where you are at any given moment, and full of endless nights of being with so many girls that—my god— let’s just hope you can count high enough to count them. But most of all, I hope you have an amazing, and wonderful, and do I mean wonderful, new year full of endless, pitiful, and depressing nights thinking of me— how you almost had me that one minute between the old year and the new one. I hope you remember how quickly you walked away, how you walked right past me like it was nothing. And how, you better remember that, that was the last chance you will ever get to see me the way I was there for you. I hope you miss everything you had from me because it’s long gone now; just a memory like the fogged car window I looked at you through when our eyes met as you kissed her at 12 midnight precisely. I hope you got everything you ever wanted. Happy fucking 2013.