My thoughts and feelings are insignificant. I’m just one more unremarkable person in a sea of forgotten faces. I do not particularly wish for fame or fortune, just someone that makes me feel safe. Makes me feel… worth the while. I do not ask for much, but somehow it’s too much to grant someone to like me. As the years pass, I lose hope. It’s hard to fit in. I’m not like them. I’m too different. I’ve tried, I really have.
They say I look good. Sometimes I can honestly say that that’s true. I know I’m certainly not unpleasant to the eyes of men, and girls have told me they’re jealous of my looks.
But… that doesn’t mean that I like myself. Yes, I know I look like that girl from a boy’s wet dreams, maybe a touch on the small side, but I don’t like my body at all. They tend to forget that there’s a person with feelings inside that body.
Don’t look at me like that.