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Sometimes I wonder why I let people talk to me the way they do. Why I let people fucking yell at me and never do anything about it... I wish I had a voice to tell them to stop or to stand up!.
I get compliments a lot but they never phase me. I just don't pretty sometimes but why do woman need to feel like they have to look better than everyone. We cover out faces in dirt And for what.
What if someone looked up to me. What if I was the reason why someone wanted to keep holding on. What if someone thought I was pretty.
I wake up and I see all these beautiful people on social media... I wonder to myself will I ever get to look like them.
I hate having to be in a class full of ignorant people who never shut the fuck up. Always criticizing someone or just having the last word. It's not that serious.
I can't sleep, When I wake up I get to see your face. The only thing I'm looking forward to. I don't know how I'm gunna handle myself for the rest of week without you or better yet the year.
I hate putting my self in a position to where i get hurt. It sucks when you care so much about a person that you'll do anything for them. Not see you makes it unbearable to handle..
I want to know if its true. If what they are telling me is true. I don't know what to think but all I know is that I miss you a lot.