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i've been having conversations with a friend about my insecurities and my parents contributing to it growing up. and even though i've come to terms with it for some time now -- since highschool -- there are moments when i still honestly feel like a complete freak. i wonder what it's like to have boys have crushes on you perpetually. and i wonder what it's like to have stellar social skills. and i wonder what it's like to be pretty. yah, i'm 25. so what.
i think i need a good cry.
i know someone out there is reading this and thinking, "what the hell are you talking about."
just chill out. and let me deal. i'm not looking for pity and i'm not looking for people to prove me wrong. it's just how i feel. and i feel dumb.
i think i need a good cry.
i know someone out there is reading this and thinking, "what the hell are you talking about."
just chill out. and let me deal. i'm not looking for pity and i'm not looking for people to prove me wrong. it's just how i feel. and i feel dumb.