frizz.

I see you everywhere. I see you in every white trash type person with fried bleached hair. In every gravelly voice made after 35 years of smoking, I hear you. I see your ugly, wrinkled up, fake-tan face with its tattooed on ugly ass makeup that has faded and changed colors three times over. I see you in every whore. You haunt me in my dreams and I waste energy hating you. I just want you to go away.