I don't have boys all
over me,
I don't have people [[telling me I'm
beautiful.]] No one posts stuff on my Facebook wall.
I don't have a ''special tallent''.
My friends don't really
getme. I don't have any random illnesses.
I haven't broken a bone.
(if I did, I'm not sure who would care.)
I'm tall and
''curvy''. Where's the justice?
Why can't I be model thin?
Why can't I sing like Mariah Carrey?
Why doesn't my hair [ever] look good?
Why isn't there some {hot guy} secretly in love with
me? I've really got nothing to live
for. But I keep trucking through the snow. It might get me
somewhere, so {[I'll keep moving forward]}, and one
day, I'll know.
Txoxdxaxy, I was sitting
at the c o m p u t e r,
searching 'guy advice' on Witty while listening to [Halo by
Beyonce.]
My friend looks over my shoulder, raises her eyebrow and says
'you OK, darlin'?'
I realized I wasn't.
I realized I miss
you
X+ Ill never come
+X
[xfirstx] as long as s*h*eisinvolved.
ummm
just updated old quote.... its a lil better. gosh, this is so
true, and its getting so frustrating. i'll be all happy for once
and then WHHAAM, she'll show up and make me feel like crap again.
i dunno how to handle it. but, here ya go. peaceee
:]