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Friday, November 19, 2010
@ 1:54 AM


I'm not hot. I'm not sexy. I'm not pretty. I'm not beautiful. I'm not clever. I'm not gorgeous.
I'm not cute. I'm not great. I'm not brilliant. I'm not attractive. I'm not elegant.
I'm not gentle. I'm not neat, I'm not lovely, I'm not graceful.

I don't have a sweet smile, soft hair, luscious lips, attractive eyes,
sharp nose, bottle-coked body, supple skin, tight butt, double d's.

I have eyebags, dark eye circles, rough coloured hair, round small nose,
crooked upper teeth, dry skin, and sooooooooooooooooooooo
many other imperfections.

Why?

Because i am not perfect.

All i wish is for you to notice my inner beauty, my sincerity, my 5 months presence in your life.
I've always loved you,whole heartedly, but i guess you took it lightly. You took it as a joke.
You took me as a joke. And whenever i'm down and hurt, i tried to let go.
But you pulled me right in again. What do you want from me?
Do you think about me when you ignore me and hurt me?
Do you know that i've always tried holding back my tears when i'm with you
and that we're not actually hugging or holding hands like how i'm supposed to expect?
Am i expecting too much? Am i paranoid?
Yes im fucking paranoid.

So now what? Another cycle of it? Please. Don't. Make. Me. Suffer. Anymore.

Goodnight.


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Who am i?
Farrera Dopre / 17
Very into graphic design
Loves the night life
#Foreveralone