I hate months like these where every love song, every couple, every story my friends tell me about the cute thing their boyfriend did makes me want to throw up. Where's this boy I keep dreaming about when I need him? I can see him in my head now. Why am I last to get everything? I'm not that hidious and I'm not stupid. I think I'd make a fine girlfriend. To bad the only kids that have ever liked me are the ones I'm not intrested in. Life. Someone stab me.
Anonymous
01:26:49 AM
2 comments:
ok give me 20$ and ill stab you.
I'd be glad to stab you too, quit feeling sorry for yourself. You'll find someone eventually.
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