Saturday, October 8, 2011

small print

i feel so bad about myself but i'd never want to admit that because i hate feeling pathetic more than anything else and i don't know what i did wrong or why none of my new friends seem to want to know the real me or how i'm actually doing they just prefer me to laugh and be crazy and happy but the minute i'm not they walk away, i want to know them so what's so bad about me?

I didn't fast. who was I kidding? I absolutely suck, so how could I expect to be good at anything? And no one wants to party with a fat girl, so why do I even bother making plans to go out to MIT tonight? I'll just shut down anyway.
Fake it til you make it. (or until it hurts so much you stop trying)

1 comment:

  1. i know how you feel. a lot of my friends are the same way. they like the psycho side of me that bounces off of walls and says things that make them laugh, but the somber side isn't as adored.

    people are jerks sometimes. but there are some (rare and priceless) people will stick by you through anything. cheer up, kay? <3

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