Yeah I am ugly. I'm the ugliest bastard on this planet.

Funly enough, I can be as blind to myself as I want to be. I can also be as shallow as I need to be. It really all depends on the day.

You really never stop do you? Well, good then.

Later...

This is an interesting poem. No rhythm, no rhyme, no alliteration. It kind of reminds me of a rant except for its form. I guess what I'm trying to say is that poetry usually sounds good when read aloud. And this, well, it's awkward.

pretty ingenious if you ask me. you didn't, but, regardless. my opinion comes as is. anyway, i was thinking a second ago that it's been a remarkably long time since we last spoke, no? i hope you're faring well. on your way to that finish line of self-discovery? no? eh.

obviously, you're still the best at writing.

thanks for everything,- K

This is supposed to be humorous...? All I get is the impression that you're one shallow gal who can't write a poem to save her life.

This is really good! I like the imagery and everything...yeah, wow.

interesting...