Take me away from that path of no return...

Sometimes I wonder why I decided to take this path even though I know it will make me suffer... Sometimes I wonder why I'm still sticking to this path even though it hurts so much... Can someone save me from this path of no return...


Yes, I am talking about my love for VK. I don't regret it.. But sometimes this irritating voice at the back of my head just makes me feel that this wasn't such a good choice after all...
I mean, just LOOK AT ME. Which part of me do you think is good for VK? 
Eyes? NO.
Hair? maybe.
Body? NO FUCKING WAY.
Get it? I mean.. VK is a really nice and unique style and I really like it. But what's the point of liking something that will make me hurt so much? I can't get VK make right no matter how I try, I cant get a a decent set of VK clothes and accessories and I can't get a decent pair of boots. How you tell me? How? 
Ahhhh I am now in a fucking bad mood even after I've let loose. FUCK...
Laugh at me for all you want. I don't give a fucking damm anymore.