I often wondered why they look at me but they have to look at me to see just exactly how they are supposed to be. She looks upon my nameless tank top and my plain jane jeans and sees that I am shameless aand she wonders what that means. Relating to her friend's lives, as they occur she's got no personality She doesn't know how to be her, so instead she turns into me. It's another superficial ploy to look like she knows what's going on just to cheat another friend to cheat yet another boy. They look at her in admiration looking for their confirmation of the brand name nailpolish named unique they just bought on vacation. And they think that the way the snow falls on her eyelashes is the coolest thing they've ever seen but if I see one more little girl wearing Tommy jeans, I don't wanna be mean... but I think I'm gonna scream. This year classic is trendy and looking comfortable is more spendy than your campy ugly prom dress. Then you wonder why I laugh when you look at me. And I wonder if you know that my look is a result of me not having a buck fifty to do my laundry. charley
Reason for writing:
these chics were looking at me in the parking lot of a friends apartment building, and I made a face and walked back inside. the next day they had on basically the same thing as i had on yesterday. it pissed me off, because here i am, being myself, wearing whatever the hell didn't smell like shit, and they think that I am making a statement for all of women-kind. so they say, hey, yeah, that's cool. no, it was fucking ugly, you morons, and if you had half a brain cell, you'd be able to figure that out by yourself, without someone like me tellling you! I hate little wannabe, got no brain, can't think to save my own ass, never had an original thought in my life, little freaky deaky people.
ok, I'm done.
c
Birth sign: Pisces
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