I knew from the moment I got it that my second I got my septum ring that it looked like shit. I knew it looked bad on me and felt great. Maybe it had its moments with certain outfits and shit, but in reality, no it doesn’t look good. 

Sometimes I wear the worst shit ever just to look so ugly to see who talks to me. Instead of meeting all these people I don’t care about, I’d rather just see whose desperate and ugly enough to talk back to the desolation and apocalyptic social situation that is being stuck in a corner with me. When those people get shoved in my face, I entertain them and show them some magic tricks or whatever, blow their little baby minds as I’ve heard so many times, just for fun. 

That’s my idea of fun. Seeing how many people say “Oh I think it looks good” and the whole time I’m smiling at them with a shit eating grin that really says “I’m glad you’re lying, I’m keeping a tally”.

I must be special or something. I’m thankful for everything.