S.S.S

I have to say that it really sucks knowing that people don’t like you. I mean it’s not like it really effects me that these people dislike me, but It would really be nice if they did.

I get that not everyone is going to like everyone but it would have been nice if things had turned out differently, you know what I mean?

He’s sitting right next to me, and I’m going to assume he saw me at one point or another? Maybe I’m wrong though. Maybe I’m just being insecure? Maybe it’s that I remember how I felt back them? Ugly, fat, stupid, not good enough, and just boring.

I don’t think I’m a bad person… yet there are people in this world who don’t like me for one reason or another. Where was my chance?

On another note… I can’t stop thinking about New Mexico. Starting over. Some place new. And Snow.