I'm not particularly into the whole relationship thing (yet.) since I've just gotten myself out of a really bad relationship! But I do have a crush... He's one of those popular kids and smart badass people who get to do what they want! And me? I'm just a typical blogger with short hair, dark skin and failed creation of a fusion of an introvert and a teenager. He's popular! So? He meets girls way skinnier and prettier than me everyday!! THAT'S IT!
Don't read this blog because it's about me now, not you. I have problems too ya know?
I'm just one of those left over options you pick out from when all the pretty babes are dead and rotting. Or worse, are all used up.
What hurts is that everyday, my heart skips a beat when I see him pass by or at least just steal a glance from him! It's so weird and frustrating since he passes by in front of me and i just stand there looking stupid with my drool dripping since he's so hot in my eyes!! DAMMIT!
Anyways, the point of this stupid little post is that I have been constantly trying to look pretty even when I'm never gonna be pretty! Just for the sole purpose of him to notice me. Why?
- I have short hair. Count all the hot and pretty girls you see that has short hair. Yeah. Not so many right? And what sucks is that my hair does not suit me. At all. It's flat at the end and it goes to a style where it looks like an ax. It's not even up to my shoulders since all the gorgeous women out there are all nice and curly long haired. I'm a stuck up down girl that has the most terrible hair due to the outcome of a bad breakup and decision making!
- I'm dark. Yeah I'm sick of that 'exotic look.' or that 'Black Beauty' Shit. I have scars on my face and where I come from, being white is the new black. When you're a whitie, you are considered as a passing to a perfect score on the hotness meter.
- I have stubby big legs. With scars. Which is worse! I'm not overly confident of my body, I'm not voluptuous or sexy or skinny... I don't know what type of body suits me! And worse, I have no sense of fashion. I wear what I wear.
- The confidence is oh so low that flo-rida doesn't stand a chance against me! (thus, the creation of the blog.)
Get my point?
I have no excuse. I'm bound to be left out since all my friends are blockmates and I'm irregular and forced to talk to people that will probably look at me as if a wookie spoke to them and they wanna escape!
Meh. I had no hope anyway.
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