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I couldn’t sleep last night. My mind was so full of pointless thoughts. Thinking that I’m scared of loosing the people I love and that I wish I could make everything right for everyone and about how I’m so fed up of being me. I’m so fed up of doubting myself and selling myself out as a second rate runner-up to everything I could be.
So what, maybe I’m not as hilariously funny and intelligent as you, and my hair goes frizzy in the rain and I get shy sometimes. So what if I don’t have a million best friends, I have the people who matter. So what if I haven’t heard of all those emo, new wave, punk-rock, ska bands you rave about 24/7 and I suck at small talk at parties full of people who are just too cool for school. Cause this is just the way I am. I can’t really change that. But sometimes, I just wish, so badly, that I could.
So what, maybe I’m not as hilariously funny and intelligent as you, and my hair goes frizzy in the rain and I get shy sometimes. So what if I don’t have a million best friends, I have the people who matter. So what if I haven’t heard of all those emo, new wave, punk-rock, ska bands you rave about 24/7 and I suck at small talk at parties full of people who are just too cool for school. Cause this is just the way I am. I can’t really change that. But sometimes, I just wish, so badly, that I could.