so what if we give people hugs all the time and tell random strangers
they are cute?
so what if we trip up the
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what if we search all over the house for something in our
hands?
who cares if our whole lives are blonde moments?
we may not be as beautiful as a supermodel...but we dance in the
rain...
i admit we dont wear hollister clothes all the time and
we don't wear those short skirts that barely cover out butt
(sometimes we do) and
maybe we do rock out to the jonas
brothers and
we might skip through the
hallways somtimes,
believe in fairytales such as twilight, and
we would eat cold macoroni for breakfast if it was on the
counter.
plus...is it really our fault that nobody wants to be near us at
night
because we get a little loud when we
have fun?
we may possibly think we are superstars, but who says we're not!
at least we stand up for what we believe in and that doesn't make
us any less special.