Sometimes I hate myself because other people don’t like me not because I don’t like me…does that make sense.
I think I’m pretty cool on my own scale but apparently myself and others operate on a totally different scale. SO they dislike me, which then makes me think, hey I must suck in some way that I don’t know. And that makes me in turn hate myself, sometimes, like tonight.
There are days when I wonder why was I born to look this way? If only I could do something about it.
noted for future use
Sometimes that’s what it is when you don’t know what people askin you for
I’m fairly certain Van Gogh never quite imagined his painting to turn out like this.
I have this best friend who had been jealous of my looks since we’ve been young and I have told my friend my looks sere nothing. What do they get me but short relationships. Now my friend has abilities to be jealous of. That person is amazingly intelligent and can easily has always easily been able to achieve goals set forth. I only wish my friend could see the awesomeness in the mirror. I’m just a dumb face forever losing.