I'm dumb:
I'm not anything special.
I'm not skinny. or beautiful. or astounding.
I don't have guys lined up at my door, and I don't turn heads when I walk into a room.
I'd rather wear a t-shirt and jeans than some high-fashion camisole and skirt.
I believe in magic, and fairytales, and happy endings. But I'm a cynic when it comes to myself.
I'm a Christian and proud to say that Jesus Christ is my Savior. And my best friend.
I love going to the theatre. Or watching musicals.
I read more than probably anyone you know. It's my escape.
I am a sucker for pickup trucks, john deere, and southern boys.
I think it's really, really hot when guys wear those button-down shirts and roll the sleeves up to their elbows.
Disney World is my favorite place in the world. Except for maybe Freeport, Bahamas. But Disney definately wins.
I write. All the time. About everything.
I want to be a journalist.
The bible study I go to every week, is called TURDS.
I'm spoiled beyond belief.
I'm boring and uninteresting.
I dwell on memories, wanting, wishing, to go back.
I can't help but have a recurring crush on a guy who wouldn't look twice at me.
I probably couldn't make you laugh, or even smile.
I'm no ones favorite, no ones first choice. I've learned to accept it and move on because my friends are the best.
But I know I'm nothing special.
And I know I have no chance.
Yeah, I'm nothing special. But I'm me.