Posted by Anonymous on 2014/11/10 under Uncategorized you walk past them
you hear them laughing
at random times you’ll find yourself wishing you were them
you want to at least be like them
but in the back of your mind you know you’ll never be them
you’ll never have what they have or do stuff like them
cause you’re stuck being you
but its not a bad thing to be you
because to someone else you, might just be their “them”