Thinking of the past,
I realize how much I loved you,
and how much I despise you now.
Blood goes drip-drip down my skin,
and I just don't care,
because you're not here,
and you're not coming back.
And even though I'm wrong,
at least I'm pretty.
What more is there to life than being really, really … ridiculously good looking?
a/n: last line from the hilarious movie Zoolander. I suggest you all watch it; it's great.