Sweet cake savior of life

I'll tell you what is worth betting your sorry ass on surviving the most awkward party ever of a one year old-

It's cake, baby.


Free.
Unlimited.
Cake.

Ugly Wretch, I am.

I've always waited and watched. I've always been waiting, and never stopped short of helping when it was needed. I did everything I could do to be a good person. Because that was what was important to me in the first place.

But all of you - you give me nothing but crap all the time. I feel used, abused and disgusted with myself. I look in the mirror and face failure day in and day out - and all of that has always been my fault. And I wouldn't dare blame anyone else for it either. But the difference lies in the fact that there isn't much that you all do to make my failures any easier for me - you make it harder, being what you are. You make it so much harder for me, by making sure that you add salt to all my wounds. It burns. It burns inside and out.

I'm not that preferred anyway, right? I can be replaced very easily, can't I? Because everything I did doesn't count - they could be done by anybody. Well, I guess then I'll stop trying to stay safe. I'd rather put my life on the line for something that I love doing rather than stay careful enough not to lose it so I can be there for you two-faced slime balls.