To you I am no one. You don’t know anything about me because you don’t care to know.
I’m always solving everyone’s insecurities and love issues, and yet I know nothing about these areas. My own insecurities are far worse, and my love life has always been nonexistent. I guess I don’t mind that my love life is non existent, I never really cared about that. I honestly don’t. That’s the excuse I give as to why I’ve never kissed a boy.
People have always had this perception that I cared about boys and still do, but in reality I have never given a toss about them. I really haven’t. I’ve always just wanted these boys to like me so I would feel like I was worth something.
See, to me, love isn’t a big priority. I want a best friend before I want a lover. Love doesn’t interest me in the way it does to most people.
However, lately this has been changing. Forgive me for contradicting myself, but I can’t pretend I’m this person who doesn’t care.
I care too much.
I just don’t understand what’s so wrong with me that even idiots don’t want me. I shouldn’t think of it that way. I shouldn’t want idiots to want me…
I just don’t understand why everyone else is happy and I’m not. I can’t keep helping and listening to people. From now on I no longer want to help anyone with their issues. It’s time to be selfish. Horrible people get further in life.
No matter what I do, no one even likes me anyway. I’m too boring, too weird, too strange, not smart enough, too smart, not pretty enough.
Let’s bitch because bitching on the internet is the new thing.
