I'd like to think that maybe I was one of those girls that didn't notice her beauty. I'd like to think I could be confident in myself and outgoing. I'd like to think people talked to me because I was nice and easy going. I'd like to think that when I walked down the halls people would say hi, because we were friends. I'd like to think I could go home and tell my parents what a great day I had. I'd like to think that I was perfect. That my friends were perfect. I'd like to think my life was perfect.
But I know i'm not one of those girls with hidden beauty. I know I'm shy and that my self-esteem isn't the highest. I know people only try to start a conversation with me because they pitied me, they pitied the fact that i was alone all the time. I know that what I hear when I walk down the halls is not sweet hello's coming from my friends but instead rumors started by people I thought I once knew. I know that when I go home my parents won't be there and I'll be left a lone just like at school. I know I'm not perfect. I know I have no friends, or any one for that matter. I know my life isn't perfect. But I'd like to think it was.