.one hundred&seven.
A couple days ago, I wandered into the grocery store for snacks and a number of the female customers kept following me, cooing and such over how cute I supposedly was. And... just like me, I got all embarrassed and told them that I wasn't, that they were probably just delusional or something. ~~;
the thing is, though... secretly, I sort of like the attention, but I wouldn't want it from some random passerby. All my life, I've been told by people I know that I'm too short, that my hair color is weird, that the scar on my cheek is out of place. All I really wanted was for someone, anyone that cared to tell me I'm cute, that I have good taste in music, that I'll be loved...
...why am I thinking about thisall of a sudden. mrrr.
...I suddenly want to try driving a car again. And maybe another piercing, I dunno. o_o
the thing is, though... secretly, I sort of like the attention, but I wouldn't want it from some random passerby. All my life, I've been told by people I know that I'm too short, that my hair color is weird, that the scar on my cheek is out of place. All I really wanted was for someone, anyone that cared to tell me I'm cute, that I have good taste in music, that I'll be loved...
...why am I thinking about thisall of a sudden. mrrr.
...I suddenly want to try driving a car again. And maybe another piercing, I dunno. o_o