I always wanted to know, could never figure it out. What am I? I’ve never fitted into a category and I’m not sure if I want to. I’m happy being different to every body else but nobody can accept me being different. I don’t want to dress in a mini skirt because I don’t feel comfortable showing people my shape. I don’t feel comfortable showing people my shape because it is not the size a girl my age should be. This is why I dress like I’m 30 years old. The clothes I wear kind of mould me into a teenage 30-something but all I want to do is have fun. I’d like to run across a field on a sunny day with the wind rushing through my hair. I’d like to go to the seaside one day with my family and splash around on the shore. Instead I walk around dragging my face on the floor telling people to f**k off when all I want is someone to give me a big hug, just spontaneously. While I’m describing that I got so desperate for company I was talking to some drunk man, alone, at some dodgy bus stop, I want someone to say that I didn’t need to, that I should never ever feel that alone, that even though it doesn’t seem that way, there is always someone there for me. I’d like someone to come up to me and say to me that I have a nice smile. I’d like to meet someone whose first impression of me is that I look like a nice person. I’d like to stop telling people that my life is pathetic because it’s not even sad enough to be called pathetic. I am a nice person, and I know that. So what’s so wrong with me that a guy can’t find me attractive? Am I destined to live my life alone just because I’m not willing to change what I am? Why on Earth do I have to wear a low-cut top to attract attention? Am I so completely, excruciatingly boring, that I need to show off my cleavage for someone to acknowledge my existence? This is not what I am, nor is it the message that I want to send people. I want to be thought of as a woman, not a lady. I want people to see the confidence in my eyes and the strength in my stride, so neither I nor any body else need ask the question “what am I?”Birth sign: Leo
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