Spaghetti-Day!
Wednesday, January 5
I wish I was a boy.
When I look at girls that are prettier then me, I start feeling really depressed.
It's stupid.
Why am I so obsessed with being awkward.
I don't really want to be around people anyways, so why do I care about them not wanting to be around me?
Maybe it's the fact that people warm up to me and then leave me when I need them the most.
But when do I establish this need factor?
I wish I knew so I could kill it; I hate leaving myself open like that.
I guess it's time to dye my hair again. (That's usually what I do when I feel unsatisfactory.)
I guess something inside me thinks changing my hair will make me feel better about myself.
Most people just wear make-up, but I rock that natural look.
I might just be the only teenage girl that doesn't paint her face on in the morning.
Sometimes I do, but those are usually days when I wake up really early with a blank canvas and noting better to do... But I used to be different.
I used to have friend, and love people.
I used to not feel anxious, and just love a good time.
I used to look pretty and act pretty.
But now I'm nothing, and have no one.
What ever shall I do?..
But I guess the hair will have to do, and here's some pictures you can enjoy:
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