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realshit
I stop caring about people when people stop caring about me
I've had enough of guys treating me like shit
Memories from my past still haunt me because you guys hurt me so bad
I walk with fear in school because I'm afraid I'm gonna bump into you
& I'm afraid that if I do bump into you, you might make fun of me, that's why I hate being alone
I wish something bad would happen to me so I could see who actually cares
I wish I was one of those girls who easily get along with boys
I'm not, I'm way different than that
I cry at the thought of me, my mom and my friends dying because i don't want to be alone
I think I'm ugly and I'm afraid because of that i'll never fall in love.
I am cold blooded
I'm afraid of failing and making my parents disappointed
I want to be a virgin when I get married, but I don't think it's going to happen
I wish i've kissed someone by now. I want my first to be with someone I LOVE.
Money does buy me happiness, well for as much as i know
I wish my hair was perfect. My smile. My body. My face. Me.
By this, I think you've already noticed I'm insecure
I was never as shy and quite as I am now and I know why
Ever since a fight a had with a friend, I'm afraid to talk to out mutual friends
I hate smoking, but I wonder it it really helps with pain. Will it help me with mine?
Who I am, isn't who I want to be. What I want to be, hate me.
I wish I could say this is all of them, but it's not even half