I'm not so sure anymore.
So, today is Friday the 13th. Pretty cool? Yeah. Friday the 13th for me is usually pretty good. It's weird.
I can't talk too much about what happened today but I don't know whether to be happy or feel worthless.
It's funny, 'cause no one really realizes how much it hurts. To be liked for the wrong reasons. You'd think that your own self and personality would over shadow your sex appeal but it never does. It makes you wonder if there is real guys out there that love you for you and not for your breasts and pussy.
I am happy. I can't lie. I just wish he would've said something like "you're pretty", or something like "you're a nice person to talk to". Maybe I'm dreaming but I like to think that there's still hope. That there are people like me in this world, who value souls and not bodies. People who appreciate the little things and people who go out of there way for the others. Sure, there is people out there, but they are all taken.
Self-esteem takes over your worth and your place in life. It doesn't make people feel sorry for you but only to manipulate you and have your elders be disappointed in the person you've become. I am disappointed with myself at the end of the day. I don't have any genuine love from anyone but family and my close best friend. Am I asking for too much? I am pathetic and needy.
Will you fill the gap in my life and heart? I know I'm not in love, 'cause I'm still infatuated with another boy.
I can't talk too much about what happened today but I don't know whether to be happy or feel worthless.
It's funny, 'cause no one really realizes how much it hurts. To be liked for the wrong reasons. You'd think that your own self and personality would over shadow your sex appeal but it never does. It makes you wonder if there is real guys out there that love you for you and not for your breasts and pussy.
I am happy. I can't lie. I just wish he would've said something like "you're pretty", or something like "you're a nice person to talk to". Maybe I'm dreaming but I like to think that there's still hope. That there are people like me in this world, who value souls and not bodies. People who appreciate the little things and people who go out of there way for the others. Sure, there is people out there, but they are all taken.
Self-esteem takes over your worth and your place in life. It doesn't make people feel sorry for you but only to manipulate you and have your elders be disappointed in the person you've become. I am disappointed with myself at the end of the day. I don't have any genuine love from anyone but family and my close best friend. Am I asking for too much? I am pathetic and needy.
Will you fill the gap in my life and heart? I know I'm not in love, 'cause I'm still infatuated with another boy.