March 2012
I hate being the ugly friend
I hate when you go somewhere with a friend you know is waaaay more gorgeous than you are, and you can literally see and feel everyone giving them attention and not even acknowledging you. What a wonderful feeling. Not. I hate being the ugly friend.
For once I want one of my friends to be approached by someone asking for my name instead of the other way around. :|
3 tags
I want to curl up in his arms one night and get to know him. To lay side by side and just talk, you know? We can tell each other things about ourselves; maybe tell each other things that are painful to talk about. And if the conversation gets rough or sad, we can hug each other and fall asleep and pick it back up another night.
.. but that’ll never happen.
