Love sucks.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough. I don't look pretty. Filters make me look pretty. My girlfriend told me I'm perfect just the way I am.Life isn't pretty.
Fake it till you make it.I'm scared to change in the locker room. 10-20 girls watching me. And that's only the sixth graders in my section. Eight graders are also watching.
Trinity is pretty. She isn't sad or anything. Her parents are together and she's straight. Choir is like my escape. I like singing. I don't know if I sing g o o d. All I know is that I like to do it.
Ever read or seen the movie Wonder? I love that book and movie. I've read that book 5 times. And the movie is so sweet.
I want to be happy but I can't be. I don't know why. It's like, the way people look or talk to me. The way they're posture changes around me. I know when someone just wants me to shut the fuck up and leave. I think most of my friends are fake.Have a good day everyone. Stay safe and sexy~
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