I’m not gorgeous or even pretty. I think I’m cute as best. I don’t have a perfect body. I don’t always have the best attitude. I’m not outgoing. I’m not always so smart. But does that make me any less important? Does that make me not worth looking at or getting to know better? I know I’m strong enough to be on my own but sometimes it’s scary. And I see other people you have someone and I can’t help but want that too. I know I’m young and when I find the one it’ll have been worth the wait but sometimes… I just don’t if that’s going to happen for me. I can’t picture someone being crazy about me and always thinking about me and loving me. Last time I thought that was true… Well look how that turned out. Almost a year later and while I’ve grown so much I’m still so mentally damaged. I’ve been in such a slump for the longest time now and I don’t see myself getting out any time soon. This isn’t as serious as it sounds. I just needed to get it out into the world I guess. Whether one person or ten people or nobody reads this. It’s better than just having it bottled up inside me. I just want to feel wanted, maybe even needed, is that so hard?
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In high school I was nerdy and very academic. I hid from boys.
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“when you’re singing you can hear the echo of people in the audience singing every single word with you, and that was that big dream that i had for myself. it’s happening.”
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