Because I had nothing meaningful to say.
Misson: Get out of your Shell, Mayra is successfully failing.
I was sitting on the bus today (I looked so pretty and I knew it) and there was a boy looking at me. He waves, and I give the smallest grin and continue to stare at my shoes. He waves again, and this time I actually show my teeth. Then in a dramatic turn of events, I begin to play with my fingers.
He says to me, "What do you do for a living? I blah blah blah blady blah blah! Ah, blady blah!"
Give or take a few words there.
I nod, then I thought to myself, "Anonymous Boy, you would be more handsome if you shut up."
Oooooo oh oh. I hate how childish I can be. I also hate the way I squint when I'm concentrating. And the way I break all grammer rules by starting my sentences with and. I hate my ramblings. I hate the way my eyes wonder on their own. I hate that I laugh when I'm alone. I hate my hair for trying to defy the laws of gravity. I hate my chubby fingers. I hate my ever-growing shyness.
I'm starting to love the things I hate about myself.
I was sitting on the bus today (I looked so pretty and I knew it) and there was a boy looking at me. He waves, and I give the smallest grin and continue to stare at my shoes. He waves again, and this time I actually show my teeth. Then in a dramatic turn of events, I begin to play with my fingers.
He says to me, "What do you do for a living? I blah blah blah blady blah blah! Ah, blady blah!"
Give or take a few words there.
I nod, then I thought to myself, "Anonymous Boy, you would be more handsome if you shut up."
Oooooo oh oh. I hate how childish I can be. I also hate the way I squint when I'm concentrating. And the way I break all grammer rules by starting my sentences with and. I hate my ramblings. I hate the way my eyes wonder on their own. I hate that I laugh when I'm alone. I hate my hair for trying to defy the laws of gravity. I hate my chubby fingers. I hate my ever-growing shyness.
I'm starting to love the things I hate about myself.